|Trolley bus had open entrance at rear: good for "legging off"|
Going to school by trolley bus I never waited for it to stop before descending. I experimented: what was the highest bus speed for "legging off"? Hitting the ground running, to match the speed of the vehicle I'd left. I found my limit and came home bloody. My mother worried but did I care? Not a jot.
A nearby flat-roof garage was set into the hillside. I could walk on to the flat roof, climb its surrounding wall and shuffle round three sides of the building (20 feet above ground at the front) on an elevated pathway three bricks wide. A quandary for watching neighbours: Leave me be or remonstrate, perhaps causing me to fall off? Hah!
Then swimming in an operative canal (say no more), motorbikes and rock climbing. But, you say, I too became an adult. Alas for those who prayed for my just deserts. My kids were girls, too sensible for such idiocies.
Fairness in the after-life? It's run by Jahweh who probably had a wild youth.
Hardline Hope, a novel (13,369 words)
“Is selling a step up?” Amber asked.
“Not as such but it can lead to different places. Office manager is a dead end.”
“Didn’t Leesha do something like that? On the free newspaper?”
“Caribbean family; one year ahead of us.”
Lindsay waved her hand faintly. “Good grief, I can hardly keep up with our lot, let alone other classes. Why do you mention her?”
“It didn’t do her any good. They hired and fired almost seasonally.”