The introduction--goes here.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn2tPaYv90X
I was little. Who cares about my age, because it's not relevant. Moving on. Enamored by jumping off of buildings, parkour, and whatever else was cool, Veggie Tales was the inspiration of my hobbies and healthy vegetarian diet choices. I like broccoli.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVfMWGB8w4
The mindest--insanity. 848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzVwHGPQ6xe
In light of this inspiration, I wanted to pull a Jonah. Pull a Tarzan. Pull a whatever that George dude's name was. Minus the tree part, cuz that would just be painful. I wanted to swing from the trees, and ropes, and just other stuff that happened to work in a swinging motion, such as other stuff.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCJwwJAU4Zm
The location--my house. Where all the crazy junk happens.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9VZchiF8k
Our stairs were built for jumping down. My bros were da kings at this. they could jump from way up and go way down, and do karate rolls, or parkour rolls, or California rolls, depending on what the occasion called for. They were cool like that. Still are, just now, they can do drum rolls too.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQFSLZMUrAu
Even though they were the best, I wanted to do best-er, or better, or best-er-er-er. I knew that this feat could be done only by the amazin' compliments of the window curtains that lived on the window which had magically been placed at the bottom of the stairs. Magical stuff like that happens. The window was placed there because of a prophecy made by a drunken shaman construction worker. Of course, that's not true, so we'll continue like that wasn't typed there. Ever.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVMS5ib4wzM
Anyway, I mentally prepared myself, I physically prepared myself, I mentally prepared myself, I didn't actually prepare myself. I grabbed a hold of the curtain, and climbed up the stairs of greatness to the stair of awesomeness where the moment of epic-ness would occur. I braced myself for the flight ahead. I gripped the yellow, weird-ish curtain in my hands and closed my eyes. Then I leaped off the stair. 848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWB0FLkccEV
And in my mind I flew. I soared to great heights. Five stairs up, and quickly descending to the floor. I looked at my hands to smile at my best friend. . . but he wasn't there.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp8V7T25IjE
I screamed bloody murder. "I'm gonna die!!!"848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcoj596VTUT
Silly me, I didn't die. The curtain was okay. And that's all that matters. The fact that I broke my wrist like a straw and cried for days has no effect of the outcome of this story because the curtain was the star in the first place, anyway.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrMaYrUPKBA
Good-bye.848Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNUs9X4yWMJ
