Gravity

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I love running barefoot in the woods with pine needles and stickers on the ruff and ridged ground. A canopy of evergreens creates a dim light that takes my mind off of the burning coming from my feet. Running clears my mind. That's why I run almost every day. Trashing all of the negative thoughts out of my brain.

I look up to the evergreens searching for a perfect branch to jump to, this is my routine. I go out almost every day, run and find a new branch to try and jump to. Looking to the left and right not stopping to catch my breath until I find the perfect branch.

When I look over to the left for a spilt second I see the perfect one. With a gleam in my emerald eyes, I change my direction to face the branch and I leap over fallen trees and sprint forward to the branch I have my eyes on. Twenty feet away. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet away. Five feet away. I hold my breath getting ready to jump. Three...two...one. I close my eyes tightly and put my dainty but blustery hands out ready to grab the branch. But instead of grabbing onto it, something pulls me down.

Gravity

Crashing back to the thorny floor, I role on my back and stare up at that branch. Next time I will make it. I smile at the branch above me and get up, wipe the dirt off my butt and hands, and walk back home. Next time I will make it to the top. I've never been able to get to the top off any branch, but I know if I keep trying I will be able to one day.

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