It really wasn't a huge drop, and I don't think it even lasted a whole second, but during that jump while the colors blurred, I heard the air thicken as it moved faster and faster by my ears and through the hairs on my arms, and I felt my eyes squint as my new big grin took over most of my face. It was less than a second, but it was fuller than most hours; and thirty years later I can still play it back in my head.

submitted by David Cowen
Brooklyn, NY USA
June 1996

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