On our honeymoon, Greg and I went bungy-jumping. They put a bungy around your ankles. You scooch out onto a platform 223 feet above rushing water. You look around and down. Before you can chicken out, they count down 5,4,3,2,1… Bungy! You have to go. That’s how I felt
this week. Standing on that platform. 5,4,3,2,1..
Another Bungy
30. Jun, 2010 
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