In DR when I was 10, playing on a rooftop with my little cousin, coulda got us both killed.
Up there, there was no fencing or gate surrounding the roof, so one wrong step and you would have fallen. What made it worse is that whoever built the building (we're talking Santo Domingo in the slums), one of the support beams stuck out, so as you climb up the stairs to get to the rooftop, as soon as you open the door, if you're not paying attention to where you're stepping, that beam stuck out. You could have easily tripped and fallen off.
Anyway, there was a swivel chair on the roof that belonged to a room where my uncle had his stash of Vinyl LP's including every Beatles record imaginable. I'm pretty confident in saying that the collection he has if he sold it would make him a millionaire. He left all that stuff in this hot ass room so that I could listen to it and see what it was about. One day I was up there and my cousin who kept annoying me wanted to play. He dragged the chair out of the room and just rolled up and down the roof and stupidly took turns sitting in the chair as we pushed the chair at damn near full speed. At one point, we started pushing that shyt right to the edge of the building (again, no gate no support, nothing). I have a fear of heights that he didn't know about. So I'm sitting in the chair as he's pushing me to the edge and all of a sudden I wanted to jump out of the chair like enough! Had I done so, I would have tripped on the beam and fallen over, splat and worse, we were unattended, so nobody in the family would have known until it was too late. I look back now and think he could have killed me and I could have killed him by rolling the wheels damn near to the edge of the roof.
From there on forward til they moved, I never wanted to go up there alone. I always wanted an adult there with me. Thankfully they did move and whoever took their place put up a fence and fixed the beam. That is the type of shyt that goes on when you're bored, it's hot and the power is off. Nowadays, there's better ways to pass the time. And BTW, that did NOTHING to ease my fear of heights. Made it worse.