Reminds me of some of the crazy things I did in my teens. They were building a new Methodist church near me that had a super tall steeple that swept down in the back to create the largest sliding board known to man. We would wax up the metal roof and would fly down that steeple. My favorite stunt tho was jumping off the bridge going over the largest river in NC. I jumped once and had enough time going down to notice my mother screaming at me. Oh the good ol days.