Would you jump off a cliff if your friend did it?

Oh the old saying our parents used to say to us. But in MY hometown... Jumping off certain cliffs is a normalcy. So, yes, I would. If you could prove to me that I wasn't going to die. I'd rather jump off a cliff then go on a rope swing. I REFUSE! But that's a story for another day.

There's this relatively secret place where my friends and I spend a lot of our summer. It's my little piece of heaven on earth. My dad used to take me there when I was little, and after he passed away my friends took me there to cheer me up.

The cliff overlooks this mini whirlpool that was naturally created by large rocks. This whirlpool leads to a wide and deep river with a weak current. Further down there's this mini cave that leads to a private beach where you can daydream. It seems the sun always shines on this little place. My place. Where I can draw and write... And take pictures. And sometimes when a gather the courage--I think of one wish, close my eyes, take a breath, and run off that cliff.

And for that moment I am totally free.