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SUMMER FOREVER
Summer Of The Flying Butts
May the green cathedral of summer never fall
There’s a deep river in Maine with cliffs on either side. Woods crowd the edges of the cliffs, and one hundred million rope swings hang from the trees.
These swings send you flying so high that when you land wrong, you get your very own deep river enema.
Even when you land right, the water punches the seams of your bathing suit with over a thousand Newtons of impact force.
However, you are young: You get over impacts fast and hurry back to flying.
That’s what my buddies and I did. But it didn’t take us long to get over the rope swings too and start looking for more dangerous fun.
We started jumping from the trees themselves. And though that was awesome, our minds were on the biggest tree of all, too big to put your arms around:
A monster pine with a mad ladder of two-by-fours granting you passage to the tippy top.
The pine offered two branches for jumping.
- The fun branch
- and the branch of insanity
The fun one added fifteen feet to a twenty-foot cliff.
