Mr father and I scaled a cliff face today. It was a slippery slope. Lots of loose stones. He was not keen on the idea. I found some mountain goat in me, and took a pass to the left. I managed to get to the lip of the mountain.
"Let it go," my dad called after me. "Pirooz!"
It was a dangerous maneuver. I would have to go into no man's land - my hands free from the rock, without any supports. I looked down at my shoes. Not much. Just regular New Balance. I wish I had Go GO GO GADGET mountain boots!
"Pirooz!!" my father shouted. "Your shoes."
It was as if we thought the same thing. That was enough for me. I could risk death another time. Not today.
"Okay, dad," I smiled. "I'm coming."
I made my way back down the mountain. When I got to the bottom, he was waiting for me with a pair of sunglasses he had found in the dust of the canyon. He handed the glasses to me. Then he said, "You were right there."
"I think I could have done it."
"But your shoes is not good."
"We can make it though."
"Maybe, if I push behind you."
"No, that's not necessary. We could do it."
As we walked back down the trail, my father caught sight of a rabbit. It was his first sighting of one in Los Angeles. It impressed him very much. "Oh, look at this guy," he said. "Is the first time I see this rabbit."
"Lots of rabbits," I told him. "Lions too."
"Oh, this lion is dangerous."
"You have to make yourself as tall as you can, if you run into one. Then you make a lot of noise."
"Oh, yeah, man. You have to get a stick put it on your head."
My dad thought it over, "Maybe tree is better."
"Could be," I laughed. "It won't help you if you run into a bear though."
"Oh, no," my dad frowned. "Bear doesn't care how big you are."
"No," I agreed. "They are the most dangerous animals in the world."
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