I Jumped Off a Cliff...
Recently, while on my first ever kayak trip with two of my favorite friends in the whole wide world, who also happen to be family, I jumped off a cliff. Both figuratively and literally. As we floated and paddled down the river, catching up on life's happenings, talk turned to things we did as kids. We spent alot of time laughing about how we learned to swim in a spot very similar to the river we were floating. As kids, we were literally thrown into the water and told to swim. This was Mississippi in the early 1970's. The water was only 6-8 ft deep, and there were adults in the water to "save" us if needed, but when you're 8 years old, it was terrifying. Reminiscing about our adventures when we were kids led to other moments that usually ended up with us in trouble. Looking back, the "trouble" was harmless and we had some good laughs. Then an innocent question about something in our childhoods led me to the first cliff jump, figuratively. Feeling a lev...