The introduction--goes here.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF43ofZIM5j
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.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ79W4NRTvB6
The mindest--insanity. 873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMpfNwvLE0
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.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡACTCIxexuY
The location--my house. Where all the crazy junk happens.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfpRZ2RmAZ
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.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVtgZ7cNOQO
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.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCG4ac1mp40
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. 873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuYnB41YzUJ
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.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4MyE9wBfWt
I screamed bloody murder. "I'm gonna die!!!"873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPbTcgQDUeS
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.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡypOFAfkNvg
Good-bye.873Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDMlwFCTdDU
