Far too long ago..
When I was young we lived in the middle of Dartmoor (great place to raise kids by the way - I loved it) Our washing line sloped slightly downhill and my childish mind decided it would be an awesome idea to use my skipping rope (proper one, with the big wooden bobbly bits on the handles) to make a kind of ad hoc zip line.

Being very young, and therefore quite short, I decided it would be best to swing one of the handles round a bit until it gained some momentum and then let it fly in the vague direction of the washing line while I clung tightly to the other handle.

Success! I watched with glee as the rope flew over the line, silently congratulating myself on my ingenuity.

My joy was shortlived, however, as the handle completed its arc by planting itself firmly in my face.
(Freakmandu, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 16:29, 5 replies)

Hahahahahahaha!
Aww bless.
But mainly Hahahahahahahaha!
( Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 16:34, closed)

Oh this is lovely. With added Dartmoor detail!
(Chopsey, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 18:17, closed)

my joy wasn't shortlived
i'm still laughing at this
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 19:27, closed)

And, did you zip?
Once you'd recovered, did you successfully manage to slide down the washing line? Or did it break, leaving you in an undignified heap on the floor?
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Tue 28 Sep 2010, 12:25, closed)

Neither unfortunately. I just ran in crying like a little girl (which of course is what I was), whereupon my mother gave me a clip round the ear for being stupid.

Rather an undignified end to a magnificent venture I feel.
(Freakmandu, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 14:29, closed)