During my family’s expedition last April, I scraped my back recklessly skidding down a rockslide. I had failed to listen to the warning of the adventurer ahead of me — Simon — who despite being only 7 at the time, had the wisdom of experience when it comes to slides, whether in a gorge or a playground.
My bruise has since faded, but not the memory of that spectacular day. We were in Israel, occasionally chatting with a group of young soldiers on vacation. All of us looking for an adventure.
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