when i was a kid of about 9 and 10.. I always do the boys stuff, i dress like a boy, i play like a boy and i act like a boy... Then one day I climb the tree with the other boys (my playmate)..

I fell from a tree but I managed to hold on a branch.. I was up there for a long time... and waited the silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears..... THen.. I FELL...

I couldn't remember what happened when i hit the ground., all i could remember was..

The agony of HOLDING ON and the wonderful feeling of Letting go..