My Friend and I Survived A Falling Rock Boulder!!!

My friend and I survived a falling rock boulder. My friends's name was Dylan. He lived in a colder sack down the street. We were about 12 years old from memory.

We use to play and investigate a big work site next to our street. The land had been cleared for commercial buildings. And the land was rough and uneven. Covered with dirt and rocks.

The edge of the land had a small cliff. About 5-6 feet high. We stood almost in front of it with a small crater about 4-5 feet in size. The size of the crater seemed to be sign. But we just didn't know it yet!

We took turns pulling out large rocks from the small cliff. And laughed each time, quite often as boys of that age do. It was fun and exciting.

So Dylan went for another rock. I had been looking at that one for sometime for some reason. And it took a bit to pull it out. Suddenly, the whole cliff started to collapse in that spot. For behind that rock was a huge rock boulder! Dylan only had one place he could go - fortunately he perhaps instinctually took the leap in the right direction. If he hadn't he would have been crushed by the huge rock in the crater (oddly it made a perfect fit).

Our heart rates were high and we looked at each other in awe, shock and dismay, and were like what the heck just happened. Realising he could have been killed in the most horrible way. And only a boy of about 12 years old.

Well we didn't play there anymore. Except walk across it now and then.

Lucky to be alive. And still have my friend.

He has gone on to lead a very successful life. But I have not seen him for many years now.

StarLord.