What I Did Last Summer: Fact or Fiction Bloghop
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So what did I do last summer?
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It was a spur of the moment road trip. My husband was unable to get off work so I grabbed a friend and we loaded the suburban full of our kids and some of their friends for what should have been a twenty minute ride to our lake house.
I'm not one to normally deviate from the plan, but the kids began pleading with us to take them cliff diving in Lindale, Texas. Unfortunately, I was unable to reach all the parents for permission so I quickly nixed the idea. Then the begging and pleading took on a life of its own.
"C'mon mom. Please. You never do anything fun or adventurous ." Dangerous was the word swimming through my brain, but we crossed the state line an hour later. As our trip was unplanned, we lacked the necessary gear, but a tour of Walmart took care of that problem.
"Isn't it a federal offense to take kids across a state line without parental permission?" My friend chimed in my ear as we slid down the clay road leading to the one-hundred-foot cliffs. "This isn't kidnapping? Is it?" Oh great. Now she was worried.
"They've all traveled with us at some point before." I answered, my confidence belying the sinking feeling in my gut. "So, one could argue that we have implied consent for our adventure."
An hour later we descended down to the launch pad. I was the last to hurl my body head first into the blue lagoon of salt water that had formed from an old salt mine. With my heart racing even faster than I could run, I dove off the cliff. My heart clawed up into my throat. I was unable to speak until I emerged from the water. It was the most frightening and exhilarating five seconds of my life.
For the next three hours we swam and floated (sans raft ) on the glassy salt water until the sun disappeared behind the cliffs. I felt like I had traveled to the Red Sea.
Exhausted from climbing and jumping we booked three rooms at the nearest hotel where we finally reached each parent to assure them we would be home the next day. I slipped my cell phone into my purse, letting out a sigh of relief. We would not be featured on the next episode of America's Most Wanted after all.
Most of the parents of the kids who accompanied us on our spur of the moment adventure had just viewed clippings from our excursion on you tube-courtesy of my thirteen year old daughter and were happy to know we all had a good time and that everyone was safe.
Fact or Fiction: You make the call.
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