One can hope!
When I was younger, it was a miracle that I made it home in one piece from some of the less inspired things I did.
But I'm older nwo, in more or less one piece and marginally alright despite my hair raising youthful lunacy.
Isn't that the truth. I was one of these kids that had to know why I wasn't supposed to do something. "Because I said so" never struck me as an adequate explanation, so I had a tendency to find out for myself. Hmmm....wonder why I'm not supposed to play with matches. Wonder what happens if I play with razor blades. Why shouldn't I go play in the deep end?