One day I thought it would be fun to go across the top then down the pole head first figuring I could control my descent with my hands.
It did not go well. I went down quickly and landed on my head. It was a miracle that I walked away from that. I could have been paralyzed or killed.
Fortunately for me kids of my time were much more durable than today’s’ children.
On second thought: Maybe I DID die. I’ve had a theory that I am living in hell right now. I might be dead and not know it.