I don't know, I was fond of bridge climbing when I was young. We would clamber all over the beams and ledges of railway bridges, "tightrope walk" over supporting beams in high winds, that sort of thing. And what's more, we'd do it blind drunk as well. I guess I must have been 16, 17 - and at that age, it doesn't occur to you for one minute that you might die. Perhaps that's what kept us from falling, lol. But looking back I can't believe how stupid we were, and I get the willies just thinking about how close we were to being killed. You grow up.
Well, some people do. I cannot understand people who partake in "extreme sports" well into their 30's and 40's, sometimes when they have a family to think of. The usual retort is "you only live once" and "the buzz is worth it, it sure beats sitting on your ass." Yes and no. It's a case of measuring the pros and cons of risk. I've thought about skydiving but have concluded that the thrill people tell me about is not worth the high chance of me pulling that cord and all pots and pans coming out instead of a parachute, like in the Road Runner cartoons