I feel like my childhood is a whole blur of stuff that could have been deadly if the worst possible thing would have happened. Playing around abandoned derelict houses, rock fights, going down old train tunnels. Climbing up everything.
I remember climbing over so many large spiked fences, the tall ones with three prongs on each spike, and everyone doing it like it was normal, even in the pouring rain when it would be slippy. One very very large girl from my school slipped on one once was impaled by the calf and left hanging upside down which was pretty brutal.
I remember a few road related things, like crossing in a bad spot, nearly getting clipped by a car and later thinking "Oh shit I could have died there."
I don't think I really have an impressive story to tell of one specific incident, just a bunch of vaguely risky things I remember doing that I don't think I would do these days.
I remember climbing over so many large spiked fences, the tall ones with three prongs on each spike, and everyone doing it like it was normal, even in the pouring rain when it would be slippy. One very very large girl from my school slipped on one once was impaled by the calf and left hanging upside down which was pretty brutal.
I remember a few road related things, like crossing in a bad spot, nearly getting clipped by a car and later thinking "Oh shit I could have died there."
I don't think I really have an impressive story to tell of one specific incident, just a bunch of vaguely risky things I remember doing that I don't think I would do these days.
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
