Nosir. But I was something of a wanderer. I remember once inching out on a narrow shale ledge on a kind of stony headland fronting on Lake Erie. I was halfway across the ledge and it started breaking away under my feet. Both to my left and to my right. And below me, waves and rocks.
Somehow I scrambled back to safety: I don't know how but I suspect Guardian Angel action.
Never told my parents. Never told anyone about my adventures.
29 posted on 03/28/2015 11:21:00 AM PDT by Mrs. Don-o
( "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti." - Sophia Loren)