Ok, so I want to get down there... Nate thought, looking at the crowd about 30 feet below. He leaned down and pushed the tip of the broom towards the ground, and began hurtling down towards the group. "Excuse me, pardon me, heads up, hi Pam," he said as he shot past the others, pulling up on his broom handle. He managed to slow himself down, and stopped falling about 4 inches off the perfectly trimmed green grass. "That was wonderful..." Nate said sarcastically.