The five-metre diving board was anything but a simple elevated platform in the SFU pool, especially in the summer times, when it emerged as the yardstick for courage and bravery for the average eight year old summer campers. And today was the day that I submitted myself to it.
A moment ago, my friend had catapulted himself and now I was pinned as I had sworn to him that if he would jump, I would take on the exact challenge. I had kept that in mind and now that he had fulfilled his part, two voices popped up in my head immediately. One voice constantly nagged at me, advising me that I would…
