At the pool where I swim, there are diving boards. There is one slide, a spring board and two diving boards. When I was a kid, I used to jump a lot from these boards. For many years however, I haven't.
A few weeks back, I had this irresistible urge to jump again. However, I couldn't make myself do it. I needed company. How could I do it alone? It felt a little odd. Men find it difficult to be kids, right?
So, yesterday, I called my brother and asked him to join me because I wanted to jump from the diving boards. My brother came along.
First, both of us did the spring board to get warmed up. This was at a very low height and so was very easy. Then we went up to the diving board which was lower. My brother went first. He was hesitant to start with but then just ran and jumped. I was quite scared to be honest.
When you are standing at the edge of the board, the board, for some reason looks higher than it actually is! I couldn't bring myself to jump off it. I couldn't turn back either. People were watching! Its ok to turn back when you're a kid. Not when you're grown up! I did the next best thing. I sat at the edge like I was very cool. I then jumped. The moment of impact with water from a height was amazing. I touched the ground in a second.
Next was the summit. The equivalent of Mount Everest. The highest board. My brother used the same trick. He ran without thinking or analyzing and jumped right in. Next, it was my turn. God, this was tough. I went ahead. Took a look at the water. It was almost like I was on a plane and had to jump straight out. Was I crazy? Did I want to die so young? I tried the sitting trick. Tried to look cool. A group of onlookers smiled. I couldn't make myself do it. I got up, walked back and went over to the second highest board and jumped.
I was disappointed. I had to conquer the summit. After some banter with my brother, I went up again. I was determined. I was at the highest board again. I had two choices - run and jump or just jump. There was no third option. I just couldn't turn back. Running somehow did not appeal to me. So, I went up to the edge. I thought of the feeling of hitting the water from this height. Would be pure exhilaration. This did the trick. I jumped.
The contact was pure joy!
I had done it! I had scaled the summit!