Mariposa was right.
I have never lived in Florida
That one is a lie.
I lost control on a double black diamond and skied off of a cliff in Vail Colorado when I was 13.
When we lived in Yosemite, our house was built into a Mtn. and my bedroom was downstairs. There was a huge wrap around deck above the outside of my room.Bears would come and do who knows what outside my window quite often. I think b/c my brother and I played there and would bring food and all out there. I'd hear them walking and breathing at night.
I have predicted at least 3 deaths.
When we lived in Yosemite (when we lived in the hotel, not our house) there was a stable there. We'd go horseback riding there and my parents were friends with the owners. One Full Moon they suggested we go up this mountainside and have a cookout up top. I insisted on riding Coppertone, the horse I loved to ride the most, even though he was older and not really suted for this sort of ride. They let me b/c I loved that horse! ahaha
Well, on our way down (which was AMAZING btw- The mountain we faced was blue b/c it was so much cliffside and the moon on it was awesome) Coppertone actually tripped- which is kinda weird. I hung onto the saddle but almost fell off. Since we were riding switchback had I fallen off of the horse, I would have taken a big big fall.
