When I was a kid I spent a summer living with one of my uncles. The local kids took me to an awesome spot under a viaduct railway bridge with a cool park with climbing equipment and swings and shit but the best part was this overgrown WWII bomb shelter and all these giant concrete blocks of various sizes scattered around it. I'm amazed none of us were seriously injured. I went back when I was 18 or so and did some of the jumps again just to sort of prove to myself that I could and scared the shit out of myself. I knew I had to give it up then because the fear was making me hesitate. Actually I broke my ankle when I was 16 doing a jump that should have been easy except I was drunk at the time. That was really the end for me I guess, I didn't have the confidence after that.
The computer I'm currently using is too shitty to play your video but I'll get back to it.
“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.” – Bill Hicks