Once, when I was a small, young child, My friends and I decided it would be fun to jump off the roof tops of neighboring houses and buildings. The thought off flying through the air and collapsing on the ground, performing a roll to try and keep from breaking any bones, excited us in ways we had never experienced before. We had to try it out, and as we were young, we did so, without giving it any further thought on what the consequences may be, or the injury that may occur.
It wasn't too long into it that a chill came over my body. As I was watching the third person prepare himself for a jump off the side of a two story house onto a yard of dead grass, the thought surfaced in my head saying, "Maybe this isn't a very good idea... Maybe we should stop before someone gets hurt..." I wanted to express my feelings and tell my friends my thoughts on what we were doing, but I couldn't find it in me to do so. I didn't want to be embarrassed; I didn't want to be the kid who was too "chicken" to do it. The one who got made fun of because he was too afraid to do anything or take any risks.
Sure enough though, the third boy to jump broke his ankle immediately upon contact with the ground. He screamed in pain, and I knew it was eventually going to happen, but I'm not so sure the others realized that. They had gone on blindly, without thought or reasoning backing up their actions, and they payed the consequences. I don't believe I could have changed the events of that day in any way, for those kids weren't very bright, and no matter what I said I don't think I ever would have prevented them from doing what they did.
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