Too slow for the relay team and too weak for shot put, Davey was sure as hell going to compete in high jump.
"Higher," he insisted in practice, "taller than me."
The captain snorted. "You'll be eating asphalt."
Davey ran, twisted, and dove upward, inverting gravity. He thought of the nursery rhyme, the cow jumped over the moon... He cleared the moon and rounded its dark side.
Back on earth, sunlight forced open his eyes.
"Dude, you okay? Might have a concussion, angled a bit wide of the mat."
"Did I clear it?"
"Yeah, you did. Welcome to the team."