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My friends had a house up on a river bluff and a rope swing that would fly out over the edge of the bluff. You fall, you die. We'd take a running leap off the edge and swing around the tree trying not to crash land. I remember the heart in your throat, having to trust your hands and tring to time the running landing. If dropping over water, you need to tighten up to avoid the dreaded, full-force, aqua-enema. ouch.
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