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  • When I was a teen and in my early 20s, I used to dive from from very high places: cliffs and bridges. But I am no longer in my teens, I am sixty-five, and haven't dived from anything higher than a standard board in years. One day when my husband and I were camping, we saw on a hike some teens diving from a cliff. I told my hubby how I used to do that and he challenged me to do it again.

    I got up there, looked down and and was terrified! It seemed so incredibly high, though I knew I had dived from higher places before. I was scared, but I didn't want to let him down, or have him think I was lying or exaggerating (I was not), so I dived.

    It hurt a lot when I hit the water--I'm not as streamlined as I used to be!!! It still hurt when I climbed back out.

    He wanted me to do it again, but I told him once was enough!!!

    Mary Stebbins Taitt

    image credit: me (a very quick silly sketch, sorry!)
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