I remember as a boy of 7 or 8 years imagining myself flying, as I jumped by leaps and bounds down large seaside sand dunes. No hesitation, just knowing how wonderful it would feel.
I remember as a lad of 10 years throwing myself into the Atlantic sea straight underwater to accept the shock of the cold. No hesitation, just knowing how wonderful it would feel.
Then, I remember, over the years that confidence being eroded. Hesitation in new situations gradually becoming the norm. So now in this new situation of exposing my thoughts in a blog, here I stand taking the plunge – with some trepidation, but also with some new found courage.
More about the re-awakening in future posts.
And just to show my age……..