In the garden of our house, when I was three. My brothers and I had a jumping wall. I remember it as enormously high, but it was probably only about a foot and a half.
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I was, somewhere in the neighborhood of about 300 jumps.
I was a very spastic kid who loved to see how high he could climb a tree. That's just the way I've always been.
You were about five feet short of a ten feet jump?
I was put in a position with a man that, whenever he would call me at work or at home, work-related, he would say jump and I'd say how high and I would jump.
It's not about how high you jump. It's about how high everyone else jumps.
I played high school basketball at six feet, then I went to 5-11 in my 50's, and then, bang, I went down to 5-9.
I'm very close in age to my older brother, and we had a field at the end of the road where we could run around, climb trees, play football.
I was in Germany when the wall came down.
When I first went to New York I was right out of high school, I was 17 years old, and I had never seen a building over two stories high.
I got stuck up a tree when I was about seven, and my dad had to come and get the ladder to get me down. I loved to climb all the way up to the top. I must have been a koala in my past life.