Maybe her parents weren't so bright…

Doorn River Waterfall, Northern Cape

She gripped the wet cliff face and scanned ahead for the rest of her party. She was hanging precariously above a big waterfall. She pried her fingers one-by-one and shuffled her feet along ledges to eventually reach the relative safety of the large ledge marking the end of the trail, and the peoplethere reaching for her. She was 9.

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nature-loving, kid-chasing, housework-hating, dinner-cooking, paper-whoring, bibliophile and general dweeb.
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