Wednesday, November 28, 2007

January 22, 1991.

I am walking down a residential street in the city. A group of
people walks ahead of me. I want to pass them but they block the
sidewalk because they are so many. I decide to jump over them.
I jump and fly into the sky at about the height of the rooftops.
I am pleased and land and jump, over and over again, and fly each
time. At some point, I land and start walking and realize I am
wearing a leg brace.


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