Anybody else have trouble finding Rick Astley in here ? <| sep |> I ' m just glad people are honest and helpful even in rAMD . Silver lining I guess . <| sep |> the new client is so artsy fartsy the legacy client is just way more practical while still looking good <| sep |> I will take the top half , for that is the part with the face . <| sep |> nothin ' but a blank page <| sep |> Of course , late to the party but here goes . I was around 10 , camping at Hilton Head . I ' m a pretty curious and adventurous lad , so the first thing I do is sprint into the woods . Mainly to get away from levelling the camper . I ' m in the woods havin ' the time of my life and getting lost . Pretty soon , really lost . This doesn ' t really bother me but I take note of it as I peep going in random directions . Pretty soon I see a drop off . Like , a very large drop . I take steps forward , feeling a smile involuntarily spread over my face . As I hear the leaves crunching under my feet I see it . It ' s beauty , the solidarity it holds , projecting itself in the otherwise empty foreground if the cliffs forward empty space . A large , thick vine hanging from the canopy . It ' s thicker than my arm . About the size of my leg , really . I can ' t see the top . Instantly I lean over as far as I can , barely grab it , my knees flat on the ground and the full of my torso fully extended over the drop off . I pull it back and swing . Swing over the drop off and further still , the incredible length of this vine lurching me farther and farther into the drop . However it became apparent , due to the great mass of the vine , and the little mass of my small prepubescent body , that I had not nearly enough momentum to get me back over the ledge . I had absolutely no idea what to do once the vine completely halted . So there I am , hanging over absolutely certain death , arms and legs wrapped around my only source of life . I screamed and cried for my dad . Then my mom , hoping somehow she could hear me better . No one came . I had no idea what to do . So I climbed . Shimmied my way up this fucking vine . With no inflation of truth do I say I climbed for ten minutes . I couldn ' t see the bottom of the vine anymore , but now I could see the top . Once I get closer and closer to the canopy , the vine gives . I shut my eyes and cling on , holding my breath and tensing every muscle in my body . I feel the vine slowing . It successfully dropped me to a distance where I could jump to the bottom . So I did . After I did that I realized I shit myself with fear . Literally suit myself . So I pulled of my boxers , turned them inside out and wiped my eyes , then through them into the woods . It was fine . Had on basketball shorts , super comfy . Felt good . Anyways it ' s dark now , and I ' m trying to find my way back . Blowing on this little whistle thing with a compass and flashlight on it that rings out this loud pitch to anyone near by . Really scared but still , not actually scared I wouldn ' t be able to find my way home . That ' s always stuck with me and I don ' t know why , just that feeling of , yep , I ' m lost . And not actually being scared . Eventually I feel this tickle on my leg so I swat at it . I feel another one and then waaay too many for it just to be a tickle . So I turn the flashlight off and look at my legs . Baby Fucking Spiders Crawling up my legs . Up my legs ! I took of my shirt and swatted them off , now I was scared . I saw tens of spiders webs on the ground , apparently nests . Sprinting and swatting my legs with my shirt I somehow sprint into civilization . Had no idea where the fuck I was , knocked on someone ' s home at what was now 9 and call my dad and he picks me up . Told him everything but to this day my mother thinks I just got lost .