ColinBellsjockstrap
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As per thread title.
In my youth, when I was about nineteen, myself and a few mates were messing about in an old quarry near Hyde.
There was a stone wall about fifteen metres high and for a dare I decided to try and climb it.
The first few metres were easy enough, but when I got three quarters of the way up, hand holes were few and far between, so I decided to do the sensible thing and go back down.
I looked down to the bottom, and froze in terror, one slip and I would have broken every bone in my body on the rocks below
I was petrified.
Eventually after about an hour I made it down to the bottom in a cold sweat.
I still think about how stupid I was even today.
Rock climbers must be crazy.
In my youth, when I was about nineteen, myself and a few mates were messing about in an old quarry near Hyde.
There was a stone wall about fifteen metres high and for a dare I decided to try and climb it.
The first few metres were easy enough, but when I got three quarters of the way up, hand holes were few and far between, so I decided to do the sensible thing and go back down.
I looked down to the bottom, and froze in terror, one slip and I would have broken every bone in my body on the rocks below
I was petrified.
Eventually after about an hour I made it down to the bottom in a cold sweat.
I still think about how stupid I was even today.
Rock climbers must be crazy.