|Most people fall like this. But not me.|
At first, I hang on an edge. There's no struggle to right myself, no arm waving, I just reach a point where I can't recover and then gravity seems to stop its pull. It's like it's waiting for an audience for my disaster.
People begin to gather around me and stare.
My coach stares.
Then the little girl doing spins in the center stops and stares.
Finally, when I have gathered a sufficient number of people to observe the fall, gravity resumes its inevitable pull, and I hit the ice.
|TA -- DA!|
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