I'm housesitting for Stephinie over at Gypsy Forest today, talking about how summer is a time to be brave. An excerpt....
"I remember the first time I jumped.
I was 10 or 11, and it was Summer vacation. I had been sitting in the upper door of the hayloft writing--a habit that began early in my life--as the sun went down. The smell of the warmed field below wafted up. The fireflies flickered. I lost track of time, and then it was dark. Too dark to make my way back through the maze of hay and climb down the ladder.
But it was only getting darker, and my only other choice was to jump."
Please go read the rest over at Gypsy Forest!