[Graleyne]

When I was a kid I didn't really do much of anything except sit in my room and read and write stories and poetry.

My MOM and uncle, however, well....just let me tell you this story!

My grandparents were military (AF) and my grandfather was stationed in Bermuda. Not far from the house they lived in was a slaughter house and in it was a cement chute that went down and stuck out over a cliff and a good size drop to the ocean (I can't remember how many feet but I want to say 50+). Naturally, in the ocean right there sharks and baracuda hung out because of all the free food being flung down the chute.

Well, on weekends, when the slaughter house was closed, my mom, uncle, and some of the local kids would sit on pieces of cardboard and slide down this chute and play chicken by seeing who could get the closest to the end before they jumped off the side!

When my GaGa (that's what we call my grandma) found out, well, lets just say my mom and uncle were probably wishing they'd just gone off the end of the chute and into the water with the sharks and baracuda! LOL