re: #260 CuriousLurker

Ha, love it! Reminds me of Calvin & Hobbes, and of being a kid in general. I remember pretending that the sidewalk leading to our front door was a bridge in Africa spanning a river filled with hungry crocodiles.

When I was going to the U of M there was a wood planked walk bridge over Washington Avenue that I would cross with a friend who was deathly afraid of heights. We were crossing the bridge one day and I threw my arms up in the air and dropped to my knees, fake-screaming. I scared the hell out of my friend - she was completely rattled. I never pulled any tricks on her again.