barolays replied to your post:Then there’s the time when I was about fifteen...
how have you survived to twenty-one oh my stars
This is a good question because, in preparation for taking me mountaineering, my dad would literally find an icy slope, hand me an ice axe, and throw me down the slope to teach me how to arrest my fall. I would then use the ice axe to climb my way back up the slope and the process would repeat itself.










