I used to walk across pitched roofs 3-floors up as a teen, and squeeze between cars and busses on my bike in narrow london roads (back before bike lanes were a

I used to walk across pitched roofs 3-floors up as a teen, and squeeze between cars and busses on my bike in narrow london roads (back before bike lanes were a thing) to the point that I would routinely get to my job with bloodied knuckles. At the time I was clearly just vibing off the adrenaline, but looking back on it all as mature adult... I get heart palpatations. There are many parallel worlds where I am not alive, and I think of those other selves often.