The bridge swung from left to right against the wishes of the steel cables. The rush of cold air on a summer afternoon might have been warning signs, but Jack let those thoughts disappear like water drops on a hot pan. The kid in charge of tying people up by the feet and throwing them off a 180-foot bridge seemed too young for this audacious task. As this unqualified four-year-old wrapped the bungee rope around Jack’s pale ankles, he felt goosebumps dance to his head. The water below and the wind above roared, but the rocky hills around him sat silent and still with the unapproving look of a mother named nature. He expected to hear screams from the fat man who jumped before him, but all he got was silence broken by the sound of the rope stretching to its limit. Jack’s turn. He hopped like a bunny to the edge of the wooden platform. He could picture a group of growling pirates with their swords pointing to his back. As the young boy in charge counted down, Jack’s head went quiet, devoid of screeching thoughts. He leaned forward against the wind and let gravity pull him into a different world.

Actor and writer based in Miami

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