A Story to Pass Down

When I was about three years old our family took a vacation and went out west.  We decided to make a stop at the Grand Canyon like anyone would.  Back in 1993 when you went to the Grand Canyon, the only thing to separate you from the ground and falling was a metal fence.  It had huge gaps and really wasn't much of a protective barrier.  They may still have the same system set up, but I haven't been back since I was three.  At this point in my life I was a daredevil.  Nothing was impossible and nothing scared me.  I was just like any carefree kid.  Being the carefree kid I was, the fence was set up perfectly so I could grab a bar above my head and swing back and forth on it as if it were a monkey bar.  Keep in mind as I would swing out, most of my body was hanging over just a bunch of air and rocks far below me. I kept breaking away from my parents and running to the fence to swing.  I also would just run to the edge and look down.  Over and over.  My mom kept having to chase after me and grab me as quick as she could.  As a result, this meant she was risking her life since I had no idea what I was doing was dangerous.  I basically gave my parents a heart attack.  Instead of enjoying such a breathtaking view at the Grand Canyon, my parents got to enjoy risking their lives to retrieve me from a risky adventure.  My parents and sister ended up barely noticing the Grand Canyon and raced out of there in no time all because of me.  What a good daughter. :)