The countdown began: Three...two...one.... I let out a whoop and dove into space. It wasn't like my dream at all. I was plummeting, not flying. The canyon walls flew by, and the water rushed up as if I were looking through a huge zoom lens. After about two seconds of free fall, the bungy cord went taut and cracked me like a whip. The world blurred. A second later, my head was dunked into the frigid water. I rocketed back up, toes first, almost to the bridge, and began to free-fall again.
Bouncing more gently now, I relaxed enough to notice the cool breeze blowing through my wet hair and the nylon strap biting painfully into my ankles. Finally, dangling upside down, I was lowered like a slab of meat into the waiting raft.
Walking up the path from the river, I radiated the Look. I had done it. And I never had to do it again.