I was looking through the tumbler sites this morning, and I ran across this picture of a kid jumping his Big Wheel over a simple ramp. And then it occured to me - I remember what that felt like as a kid. The moment you go off the edge of that plank of wood and you realize that you are not going to die, but in fact, you feel more alive then you ever have in your five years on the Earth. That moment on a hot summer day where you are weightless and in flight. That very moment is bliss in it's purest form, true joy.