Boredom

As a kid I grew up with 2 best friends, Ryan and Sam. We spent nearly every weekend with each other. The three of us together was a dangerous mixture. When Ryan, Sam and I played, we never had predetermined plans for what to do that day. We would always end up doing the dumbest stuff. We would do things were one of us was destined to get hurt. Even the everyday kid activities, we turned them into death defying stunts.

One Saturday afternoon the three of us were at Ryan’s house just sitting around being bored. None of us could think of anything fun to do. So, we started brainstorming. Our first few ideas were pretty dull. Then Sam ended our boredom with a great idea. He suggested that we go swimming. It was incredibly hot outside so we decided to go along with it. So we each went and changed into our swim trunks and jumped in the pool. After about a half hour of playing in the water our boredom returned. Before we stepped out of the pool Ryan had made the suggestion that we go ride bikes on the trail behind his house. Sam and I were intrigued. So we each dried off and went to go get our bikes.

We started riding down the street and I just got this gut feeling that one of us was going to get hurt. I immediately forgot about the feeling because we were just having so much fun. Each of us started taking turns through the hills and jumps we had set up. When I look back on that day I remember the jumps being huge, but in reality they were probably pretty lame. When you are a kid things just seem to be bigger. I remember the jump being over ten feet tall. It had about a forty five degree angle drop before the jump so you would pick up enough speed to launch off the jump. Just looking at the way it was set up sometimes scared me. It was scary but we had a good time riding it. We rode for a long time that day. It started to get dark outside, so we decided that all three of us would take one more jump before we went home for the night.

Sam wanted to go first. So he rode up the hill and started down, picking up lots of speed. Then he hit the jump and flew off the jump. My jaw just dropped. Sam had landed the jump. He rode over to us and we each celebrated with a high five. Then after that ended Ryan started on his jump. He got up the hill and started down picking up even more speed than Sam. Then amazingly in midair he flicks his handlebar to