As kids we had a great place to jump from. We could work our way up to learn. I was about 12 when we got this lake property.
My baby sister was 5 when she went off the highest point which was 60 feet.
Some of the best fun was when we would see some folks coming by just looking at the cabins, cliffs, etc, with life vests on, sun shade hats and other indications of being new to boating.
One of my little sisters, yeah, had a bunch, & I would got racing towards the cliff with me chasing her with a good sized stick screaming I was going to kill her & and she was in full flight screaming in terror. Of course we both went off the cliff & would take out time getting back up.
That was really mean, but it sure was fun.
We seldom went deep for we soon learned that if we timed it right, after we were below the surface, we could bring our feet * legs fwd and bend at the waist and we could sometimes, if we did it just so, shoot back to the surface.
We never just held form to see how deep we would go, made it a long way to the surface. The instant we were in the water, arms & legs would b working to stop the descent. Water was 45’ deep there and we never hit bottom except for once I did as I was the largest and was trying to do it
This was dirty river / lake water and on the best of times you could see maybe 3 feet through it. We took a lot of precautions to be sure we would not jump into anyone & that the area was free of sinkers or old 55 Gal. barrels floating just below the surface.
Need to remember we did this for 3 months each summer plus weekends during the school year when we would go back up for the weekend and well into cool weather or be pushing the weather & water temp in the Spring. Of course being that young, we were all rawhide & rubber. I’m 70 & can still do it, make the jump OK that is.
Feet first, toes pointed, legs together, arms at my side with fists or in tight but bent so my fists were up near my ears.
7 kids & only one of us ever had to hold their nose and she got over that very quickly.
Fond memories…