I’m grinning like a clown. It’s the adrenalin, apparently. For one night only I am flying through the air with the greatest of ease. I’ve just completed a “catch”, and I’m bouncing on the safety net, ...
The ladder, only 8 inches wide, wobbles as I climb. My heart pumps. My palms sweat, caking the white chalk on my hands. The metal ladder, rungs layered with distressed athletic tape, cuts my knee. I ...