There is a pattern here: every 4 years, hmmmm, must have been 4 cold winters every 4 years!...... ahem..... Dad was 26 and my beautiful Mom was 22! She had me at 18--getting pregnant that Christmas in High School.
The railing of this pier was easily 30-40 feet above the water at low tide. After getting hot I would walk 1/2 way down the pier and do my dive--cool off, swim to shore, meet Russell who had the ticket stubs to get us back on the pier and all was right with the world.
SHE ASKED, "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
IN TYPICAL ADOLESCENT before I could even stop the words I STATED,
I responded with the Dead-Pan comedic delivery of a Pro! People were howling!
Gypsy BITCH must've put a curse on me because I had to wear a Silver Tooth until I turned 18 and stopped growing until they could put a permanent one in! We couldn't afford the Gold one with the Star Shape. The tooth was broken off at a 45 degree angle from one side of the tooth to the gum line on the other.
You took your lumps and dealt with it. I could've and probably should've died. I have seen total paralysis and death from just that type of diving injury from a much lower platform than I was on. We didn't even consider going to the ER!
BUT LIKE A BAD TRAFFIC ACCIDENT OR A 400 LB WOMAN AND A MIDGET DOING PORN- YOU JUST CAN'T LOOK AWAY!