Um, this is a something I had thought up as I was staring out my window and eating popcorn. Hope you enjoy this!

Most people say they "watched as their life flashed before their eyes" when they're moments from death, and as I plummeted towards the ground, a life was most definitely flashing before my eyes. But it wasn't my own.
For starters, I had never been to Paris, but the startlingly clear image of the famous Eiffel Tower quickly took the place of the cloudy sky. The image was soon accompanied by sounds, smells and tastes.
The air was filled with the sickly sweet scent of the many flowers around, and the warm pastries from a nearby shop. The slight tinge of pollution could barely be detected, which soon disappeared when a woman wearing much to much perfume passed in front of my line of vision.
The view was incredible. The tower was much better in person, towering over my head. It's patterns of ironwork making my head spin. People were all around, chatting in several different languages. Puddles of water could be found in random places around. One rested at my feet, and I peered into the murky realm.
A second thing: I am not a man. But a man's reflection was staring back at me. Waves of brown hair blanketed my head and sparkling brown eyes bore back into mine. Looking back up, a bird soared high above and I was captivated.
Images then blurred past. Exam papers marked with red one hundreds. A little boy holding a model airplane to his chest. A beautiful red headed woman, freckles sprayed across her nose. Chocolate cake with a few candles. The skyscrapers of New York.
Screams erupted from all around me. I became suddenly aware of the rushing wind around me, tearing viscously at my clothes and swirling blonde hair.
The cloudy sky I knew so well soon came back into focus, as did the rapidly growing building. I screamed, as loud as I could. Not much it could do though. I was beyond saving.
Or so I had thought.
My body smacked some sort of stretchy fabric and, by some miracle, that saved me. I could feel the hard ground beneath me, before the fabric pulled taunt and I bounced slightly. As I came to a rest, a man scrambled onto the unusually strong trampoline toward me.
I turned my head slightly to look at him, and my eyes widened. It was the man from my death plummet vision.

"Miss, are you alright?"