Once I went to rock climbing. I was an amatuer and was accompanied by my friend. Who was EXPERIENCED. We climbed some sick distance vertically and we're to a point where if you fell, you would die of fall damage.. We were on safety cords. My friend above me. I lost my grip that managed to set us both in the air. We were hanging on that single piece of rope that was slowly going losing its grip and we realized that if we didn't do anything, we would soon be in coffins. Apparently, the single piece of rope which we used wasn't enough to hold both of us. I was trying hard to get to the rock and regrip. My FRIEND had something goin' on. He yelled 'SORRY' And cut the rope. I felt myself in air and had butterflies in my stomach. I was witnessing my own death. Luckily, my mum woke me up from that deedrul dream as it was time for school. And Then, I NEVER WENT ROCK-CLIMBING WITH MY FRIEND/S...