Hee, hee . . . reminds me of one of my brothers when he was about 12 years old. At that time, we lived not far from some quarries that had deep water. The quarries also had hidden rocks under the water. Well, of course . . . the local boys used to love to go there in summer, and jump off the quarry cliffs into the water below -- even though the town posted danger warning signs all over that area. (Oh, by the way, they also had to climb the "keep out" chain link fences to get to the quarries . . .

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