Personal Narrative-Throwing Children

Throwing Children Have you ever wanted to fly? After many years of training and being thrown around by my gymnastics instructors, I learned it is possible to fly. I was taught to fly, I then thought others to fly and now I contemplate letting my children to be taught to fly.

Yes, humans can fly. I loved to fly. Soaring through the air was the only time I did not have to think. When I was flying and defying gravity I learned there is a magical moment as time slows to a crawl. It was one of the only times I learned to completely relax and allow my brain to relax. No worries no concerns, just breaking all the rules of gravity. I trained in gymnastics for almost eleven years. Soaring over the vault, swung on the uneven parallel bars, launching myself of a four inch wide balance beam. I jumped off the mat to flip backwards in a standing back tuck. In the moments I few thru and I truly felt free. I trained in gymnastics for almost eleven years. I soared over the vault, swung on the uneven parallel bars, and launched myself off a four inch wide balance beam. I jumped off the mat to flip backwards in a standing back tuck. In these moments when I flew, I truly

We had a flight plan: round-off, back hand spring, back tuck. We started off great: running, round off, backhand spring and back tuck- that is where our flight hit some turbulence. Just after the jump for the back tuck instead of up, she dove straight back like a plank of wood slowly tilting head first for the ground. We floated to the ground I was sprawled out flat and she was cradled in my arms. As her body relaxed, I suffered some road rash from sliding on the carpet covering the mats, she recognized immediately my interference to rescue her from a crash landing in her derailed attempt to fly. While I needed to slow my heart rate and catch my breath she used everything but profanity to thank me for “saving her