Many years ago I fell down a flight of steps. Or rather, I flew down it. I don’t know how it happened, except that one minute I was on the top step and the next I was splayed out on all fours on the ground right at the bottom. Nothing as dramatic as the whole of my life flashed before my eyes. Maybe it wasn’t enough of a near-death experience. I didn’t hurt, not even with my bleeding knees and fingers, bruised pelvis and shins.
High, high, on adrenaline high.