Monday, June 15, 2015

My Daredevil Days

One summer day in Columbus,Ohio (1967)  my parents ask me if I want to go to the "Dead Man Caves" it'll be fun. It was fun for awhile, until I had to cross a swaying wooden bridge that was about 100 feet in the air.

My parents walk across the bridge as it was nothing but I was on my hands and knees crawling. My parents keep telling me "Don't look down"  but I made it unfortunately I had to cross this bridge again on the way home.

The following summer  my parents ask me again if I wanted to go to the "Dead Man's Cave" and said yes again because I forgot about the wooden bridge. Summers after that I said "NOOOO!" Even if the wooden bridge had hand railings I am still not walking across it. Never <(  HWTS !

In the years of 1965 to 1968 I had  a membership for the Columbus,Ohio Olympic Swimming Pools.

They had two pools one which had water no greater than 6 feet ( no diving board), and another one with a diving board about 70 feet high in the air.

Most of the time I was swimming in the 6 foot pool until I decided to show off in front of the girls (I was a teenager),and to dive from a diving board that is 70 feet up in the air. I done this stunt three times during the summer months and figured that was enough.

In the late 1968 in Chicago,Illinois: I was in the Navy boot camp and had to jump off a platform that was more than 70 feet in the air.I figure it may be 150 feet.

They told me before I jump: to cross my arms, cross my legs like anchor and keep looking straight ahead ,akin to what a ballerina dancer does when she/he is spinning keep staring at the same spot.

Needless to say I was scared. A sailor came over to me and ask "Are you scared ?" and before I could answer I was pushed in.

I'm glad that I'm retired. My daredevil days are over :)


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