I walked heavily almost my entire life. You could heard me from a block perhaps. That was until I started practising kick boxing at age seventeen and worked on my balance. Then I met parkour, and my walking became lighter and lighter since then.
I was returning home just some minutes ago from my sister's, on foot as I always do (except when is raining too much). Five blocks from here where I'm sitting and writing this now, at a dark street, a couple (a man and a woman) turned on a corner to which I was at twenty meters from, and took the same street I was walking. They started going in front of me, and for thirty meters I got closer and closer to them, since I'm used to walk fast. When I was finally reaching them, being at only two meters, the man realised that SOMETHING/ONE was just behind them! He slowly turned over clockwise with his face completely distorted in an expression of terror, the right arm raised with stiffness as almost his entire body, and screamed from loud to louder.
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-
-SORRY, MAN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!! I'M SORRY!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!- I couldn't laugh any harder.
Fortunately the man started to laugh too, and I wasn't able to stop my laughter for the next two blocks.
Actually what the guy said wasn't literally 'AAAAAAAAH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!'. It was 'AAAAAAAAAAAAH QUE CAGAAAAAASOOOO!!!', an expression that means that he almost shitted his pants.
Now I understand the origin of all those parkour ninja videos
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