A Careful Roll

I remembered your question about flips while standing beside the grey mat. Soaring through the air felt a little too big for tonight, but I wanted to try something honest. I tucked my chin in, placed both palms flat against the cool vinyl, and pushed off lightly with my toes. My back rounded into a quiet, steady somersault across the padding. I tumbled over cleanly and finished sitting upright right on the pink border, catching my breath in the quiet room. It was not a backflip, but it felt just right.