“Jump, you chicken!” Laurie yelled, shaking her clenched fist, feet planted firmly on the cement below.
I stood there on the high dive. The long board slowly swayed up and down. My heart beat so loudly that it sounded like a bass drum in my head. I shivered. 90 degrees in the shade, but still my gangly, 10-year old body shook. So did my legs.