100 Words #13

Entry number 13 in my 100 Words for 100 Days series of scenes.

I will always remember the first time I tried it. A neighbour had got me into it. He’d seen that I wasn’t very happy and wanted to help. Even today, thirty-odd years later, I remember the amazing feeling of euphoria. Getting to the top was one thing, but the drop over the other side was incredible: that feeling of complete freedom, of falling away and letting yourself go, uninhibited and at one with the world — it was a feeling I wanted again and again and I sought it out whenever I could.

That’s how I became addicted to mountain-biking.

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