She looked over the edge and took a deep breath. It had been ages since she’d tried this. Did she even remember how? She thought she did. It couldn’t be that hard, stepping forward, bending the knees, and pushing off into the air… it was just one tiny jump, wasn’t it?
It didn’t even seem that high that she’d be jumping from. She just needed to do it. She didn’t even need a running start or anything. She took a deep breath and teetered back and forth on her feet for a moment. Why was she so nervous? It was just a little jump. She tucked her hair back behind her ear, shifted her weight one last time, bent her knees,
She screamed for a moment, the sensation of voluntary falling lost on her as the fear and the thrill set in. She closed her eyes tight and brought her knees up towards her chest. She was in the final stages of the fall now. Her hair flying out above her.
The previously placid river water splashed everywhere as she collided with it, her entire body submerged in the cold water, shocking all of her senses alive. She surfaced, gasping for air, a triumphant smile on her face. “That was totally wicked!” she yelled to no one in particular.