When I was a child, my older brother would use me to get things from high places (because I was fearless and dumb) and one time we were trying to get on top of the garage (from our porch we could reach the roof of the garage) to get a ball. I was about to jump up onto the roof (mind you it was a 3 foot gap and I was 5 or 6 at the time) but my mother practically saved my life.
The thing is, I have a lot of messed up childhood experiences but even a more messed up mental adolescence. Then, sometime last year, I bounced back and I don't know why
