The Time I Jumped Off a Cliff and Lived!
I had to because dogs were about to maul me to death
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6 min readFeb 24, 2022
It was the summer of ’84 and I was standing on a cliff. Chris ran past me screaming, “Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh, Shiiiitttt!” I turned and saw two vicious German Shepherds running toward us, their mouths agape with large sharp teeth. I gripped my fishing pole and tackle box, looked down at the water, and jumped.
