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When I was a child, I thought my small fishing village in Massachusetts was the perfect place for an adventurous person to thrive. I used to jump from one roof to another, often damaging the roofs. I loved to climb trees and jump onto roofs, from one roof to the next, and into the gutter. Sometimes I would jump from the harbor bridge. Sometimes I would jump onto flowerbeds and lawns, sometimes even onto fresh horse manure. If it hadn't been for the damage, I would still be doing it today.

My allowance money from childhood was spent on repairing damage. Once, I fell down a chimney and ended up holding the inside of a rotting roof with my hand.

Suddenly, the chimney broke and I fell into the courtyard of another house, mixed with bricks. In that case, I was awarded six dollars. I had to earn the money by washing dishes at a restaurant. This is not to say that I lacked courage.

Once I had a chance to make money easily. So I was very happy. Two famous athletes from our town came to me to do business with me. I had to jump into the water from the pier bridge.

I got a quarter of my salary for that. After the incident, I came home with wet clothes. I needed money to buy new clothes. My parents were worried and told me not to do that work and instead to wash dishes.

I love risky work. I never mind getting hurt. I once jumped from the back of a speeding lorry and was injured. In the city I live in, there are many rooftops to jump from, and many hills and valleys. There are no rocky roads, just grass and sand, so it's good.

I know how to fall without getting hurt. A friend of mine once fell out of a tree and broke his arm in three places. When he actually falls, he doesn't have time to think about what will happen.

I also like to swim underwater. To stay underwater longer, I use weights that fishermen use to cast their nets. There are iron rings on each side of a rock about twice the size of a grapefruit. I put my hands through the rings and jumped into the water. But when I wanted to come back up, I couldn’t get my hands out. I thought about walking underwater to the shore. But there was no time. I dropped the rock and, terrified, pulled my hand out of the ring. The skin on my wrist tore off and my hand came out. Finally, I got on my knees and emerged from the water.

One dark night, I jumped into a twenty-foot-deep pit. I spun around and landed lightly on my feet. “Why do you do this?” I never answered. I’ve only recently learned that some people have special interests. I jump into pits for fun. I often dream that I’m floating in the air. I jump in the dark because I like not seeing anything. I do somersaults in the air because I think I’m the stuntman Duck Carp Fairbanks.

In some places, young people are more skilled than old people. One day, a friend and I climbed a religious monument.

It is a two hundred foot high stone pillar with four arches at the top. Above these arches is a flat roof. On the roof is a guardhouse. We took a dozen golf balls with us. To test how high the balls would bounce. We dropped one ball at a time. One ball went down and then came back up. The ball gradually grew bigger and then stopped.

Then it slowly lowered down and became smaller again. Then it lowered down and disappeared.

We've never seen that kind of ball before.

There are eight pillars on the roof. The pillars are so close together and low that you can easily jump from one to the other. However, the width is only one foot wide. As we jump over the pillars, an old man watches us with displeasure. The man looks down from the railing and seems to think he is standing at the edge of the world, so he immediately leaves the railing and sits right in the middle of the roof. I, on the other hand, will not look down until I reach the edge of the world, but only look up.

I never thought it would fall.

I had never seen anyone fall, and I didn't care about death. I didn't think I would die if I fell. I once fell from the roof of a church under construction. I slid down the high roof, over the gutter, and onto a six-foot-high scaffolding.

Although I was not injured, the police forbade me from doing that kind of work for a living. So I gave up the job for a while. My family moved to Cleveland, Ohio, and I returned to it.

One day I was walking out onto the drawbridge over the Currahoga River. A charcoal-fired steamboat was passing by. The bridge keeper called out, and I walked back to the shore.

Then I became interested in railways. Before that, I had been to the juvenile court quite often. I didn't like the youth academy very much.

Later, I was talking to a friend about it. They accepted that we were in this situation because of bad luck. If the police caught us, they wouldn't send us to juvenile court. The police would ask what our parents did and then they would feel bad.

My father was a poet, and my friend's father was an electrical contractor.