Question of the Day!

Where do I even begin?! You see, growing up, I was not only the youngest, but I was also the only girl. I still played with my brother and cousins though, and they could be creatively mean to me. They dared me to do stuff all the time (probably because they knew I wouldn't shirk the dares given to me).

For instance, they once dared me to climb on a sleeping semi-wild cow and see if I could ride it when it woke. I did. No one else was brave enough to try after watching how that cow bucked and turned trying to get me off and how I subsequently flew from that cow's back and landed quite soundly in the hard-packed dirt of the pasture.

I was also dared to lay down and roll off the roof of the tallest barn on our farm. I did that one too. All it cost me was a broken arm and the time it took in a cast for it to heal.

They dared me to shoot the side of the barn with the BB gun to see what would happen. - Did you know that BBs ricochet off metal right back in the direction from whence they came? I didn't, but I do now. And it really hurts when that BB hits you smack in the face.

Bicycle games were no different. They dared me to ride down the concrete culvert and stop right before it dropped off into the pond. I didn't stop in time and wound up in the pond with my bike on top of me - in the middle of winter.


I got them back once though. I dared them to pee on the hot-wire (electric) fence. They did - and it was gloriously hilarious! At least it was for me.