It’s possible that I had been on the roof of my house previously, but I don’t count that; this strikes me as my first time on a roof.
I was over at my friend Ваня’s house. We walked over to the nearby elementary school, and were discussing the methods of getting to the roof: he was explaining how we’d be getting up. He easily climbed the small half-building, and from there was able to climb to the roof.
I, however, could either not get to the roof or could not even get onto the small half building (I’m thinking it’s the former- it’s easy to get onto the half building now).
Instead, I climbed the chain link fence and stepped onto the ladder of this fan-system thing. I climbed up the ladder, and the next step would be to walk across a pipe to the roof.
Naturally, I paused. What the hell was I doing? What if I fell?
Then, I decided to just do it. Whatever happens, happens, and knew that if I chickened out, I’d regret it.
So I began my walk, and Ваня was there to grab my hand and steady me as I made the step from the pipe to the wall (there’s a dip- no way am I that good at balancing).
The roof was amazing.
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