so of course i did.
and i got stung. multiple times.
and the thing is, i hated jelly beans.

but i loved the dare.

"i dare you to climb to the very
top of the pine tree..."

so of course i did.
and at the top, the tree swayed and i thought i would
crash to the ground and i was afraid i wouldnt be able to get back down.
my hair was tangled with tree sap and i was so scared
i peed in my pants.

but still, i did it.

because i loved the dare.

"i dare you to see if you can make it down the path
without the lights on. see how fast you can go and ill time you"

at least i wore a helmet but the moon was
asleep and i couldnt see a thing, but the speed felt so good, and even though
i wasnt used to riding a dirt bike, and millions of branches scraped my arms....

i did it.

you know why.

and as i got older, the trait didnt fade. seems my college roomates especially knew they could get me to do just about anything....
and i did. do i dare mention the bat pole? ~ no, my mother reads this blog.

id like to think i have calmed down since then. but it's still there.
the love for risk and the hunt for a thrill and the delight in breaking the rules....
its as strong as my desire to be good and to do the right thing
which makes living in body a little bit of a conflict at times.

so just dont dare me, okay?