I wonder, sometimes, how I survived my youth.
Dared to do risky things, I never wimped out of semi-dangerous gut games like: “Who can stand closest to that freight train speeding by?” Or: “Dare you to swim to the end of the pier at midnight.” Or even: “Bet you can’t get your dad’s car to go over 100 on I-95.”
It was a convertible Oldmobile with a V-8. So. No problem.
There is one dare I wil…
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