It seemed like a good idea at the time, after all it was only another one of my brother’s ‘dares’. He never believed I’d take them on, never believed in me, but oh did I love proving him wrong!
He watched as I climbed over the railing. We were only one floor up but it still felt pretty high. I clung on to the bannister and leaned out over the vast hall below. The floor shone from it’s morning polish, and the flowers in the huge vase in front of the portrait of my great-grandfather were fresh. I could smell them even from my vantage point.
‘Go on then’ he urged, smugly waiting to taunt me.
So I leapt.
Falling forward as planned I grabbed the glistening chandelier. It’s crystal drops shuddered and tinkled as it took my weight. Pleasingly, I heard my brother gasp.
But then I realised my predicament. I hung there like a chimp, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t let go and I was too light to make the thing swing.
My arm ached but I managed to cling on until one of the butlers passed by. Not in a position to scold, he fetched a ladder to rescue me.
My mother was not amused.