I have no stories of my own
Yet I do have a husband. His favourite game as a child was to climb to the roof of the garage and jump off into the yard. That was the whole thing -- seeing if he could get to the top and then land without serious injury. Amazingly, he did.

Unfortunately, the time he decided to line up the chairs in the dining room and jump them like hurdles ended up in a broken front tooth and both his elbows being held together by pins. Fortunately, this happened when he was a child and not any time recently, or I would have had to second-guess my own taste in men. Whenever he does display a yen to engage in an activity that is likely to end in a trip to the nearest hospital and perhaps light surgery, I just point to the scars on his elbows and ask if he wants our insurance premiums to rise or not. So far, it's working.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 21:57, Reply)