Bottled-Up Memory

If I could bottle up one memory, it would be the memory of my first time rappelling face-forward, or "angel style." I would open it every once in a while when I would want to go rappelling or I was bored and needed some excitement. It was a cool, cloudy day, around 60 degrees, and i hadn't went rappelling until that day. I had already went down the rocks a few times, but I hadn't went down angel style before.

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