Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Life Lessons | Posted on 05-07-2014
Tags: peer pressure
I was about twelve years old. We had climbed up to my friend’s rooftop. You could get there by climbing up the her back steps, balancing on the railing, and then hoisting your body up and over the roofline. Until you stood high on the flat roof, covered in tiny gravel.
We were next-door neighbors. A narrow path separated our houses. My house was a one story; her house was a two-story.
“Jump across!” she urged.
Hmmm. I could try. I could do a running jump, from one rooftop to the other. It was about 12 feet across.
What was the worst thing that could happen?
Terror and nervous sweat washed over me. Peer pressure. That was also the first time I tried a cigarette.
Inhale. Cough, cough. Yeah, not my thing.
“Go on, jump across!” she dared me.
Turns out, I didn’t jump that day. Yeah, not my thing.