When I was about 10 years old, I was over at a friend’s house playing street hockey. As the sun started to go down, we all knew it was time to get home, and being at the far end of the neighborhood, I started running. Now, I was not a great runner - not fast - not a lot of stamina - but I enjoyed letting loose once in a while. At the time, I was heavily into the Guinness Book of World Records, and I had it in my mind that I would be able to break a world record one day. As I was running, the idea to do a long jump came into my mind. I started taking longer strides, leaping off each foot in the manner of a gazelle, or a deer. I began to feel a surge of energy, and decided I would jump off the ground as I passed the street sign that was coming up. When I came to the sign, I took one final push forward with my left foot, and leapt off the ground with my right. At that moment, the weight seemed to leave my body. I was not just leaping - I was floating - by my immediate recollection, I was “at least as far off the ground as my bike is tall.” Not only that, I was still at running speed, just not coming down. I was exhilarated, but also a little terrified, because the feeling was so surreal. I finally touched down (very gently) and had to take several ‘slow-down’ strides in order to prevent falling down because of the speed at which I had landed. I turned around and looked at the street sign - it seemed WAY too far away. I walked back to the spot I landed, and did a foot-to-foot measurement back to the street sign. All in all, I was just shy of 40 of my foot-lengths (a number that was strongly recorded in my mind because of Christian significance - 40 years in the desert for Moses, etc.). I looked around, but nobody was out - all my friends were gone their separate ways - nobody driving through the neighborhood - no evening walkers - nobody sitting on their porch. There was nobody to see what had just happened to me. Being a kind of nerd, I measured my shoe when I got home, and did the math on it. According to what I calculated, my long jump was just a touch over 29 feet. To this day, the ‘world record’ long jump is 29 feet and change, and that by trained adult athletes who have worked diligently to achieve the feat. I was an average 10 year old in 1994. I have had similar glitches occur in my life, but never as prominent or memorable as this one. I can still smell the freshly cut grass and the lavender color of the sky as my heart raced that evening.