Probably about ten years ago I was back in the old neighborhood and standing on the bridge I used to dive off watching kids do what I used to do. It was a good feeling seeing that there are still a few stouthearted souls out there that were following the footsteps of their elders.
Anyway something happened inside me and curiosity overwhelmed me. It was a hot summer day and I was wondering if I still knew how to dive off a bridge.
In a hold my beer moment I dropped my flip flops, took off my T-shirt and stood on the rail. One of the pups gave me the business about being old and I impulsively leapt and went into a perfect swan dive until I realized the tide was out and the water wasn't really very deep.
Change in plans!!!!!
I quickly changed position, arched my back and got my hands into position for a shallow dive which I executed well enough so that I only scraped bottom and survived with a few scratches on my belly.
I swam ashore, grabbed my flip flops and T-shirt, headed over to the car and sat there shaking like a leaf a few minutes and drove off, waving at the amazed kids.
Won't do that again
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