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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
He thought I forgot about it until he got that call at work in the middle of the winter, that I had jumped off the roof into a snow bank and busted my ankle.
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I had a similar experience when I was about 10 or so. I would shovel all the snow of my dad's roof, and one day it looked like a lot of fun to jump into that snow pile. I went right through and smashed up my heel pretty good.
Buddy in junior high broke his arm while testing out a zip line we built. I was second in line, thank goodness.
I took a pretty awesome jump on my bike one time and for some reason my wheel was sideways when I landed. I ground my face up real nice on the gravel there.
I remember as a kid if I wasn't playing ball hockey I was on my bike. All day. Every day. I don't ever see kids playing ball hockey on the roads anymore.
It is hard, though. My wife's a pretty bad helicopter parent. I'm happy to let them go and get themselves into trouble, but there's always that pressure that if something happens because you're lax... I don't think my wife would ever forgive me. Oh well, the kids have to grow up eventually, no point putting it off, I figure.