I hovered 30 feet off the ground, trying not to look down, a long loop of fabric my only support.
How did I get here?
My heart rate increased before I went to complete the drop—the most complicated trick I’d ever done, which involved flipping through the sling from high in the air. (Did I mention I was—and still am—afraid of heights?) I had made my way up the sling at circus school, located in the building of a former Catholic church, crocheting my legs through the fabric.
Nervous as I was, I felt anything but helpless as I waited, wrapped up and eye level with the choir loft, my coach shouting encouragements from below…
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