Citizen Staff Writer
This week’s question: What was the stupidest dare you ever accepted?
Book reviewer
Larry Cox
When I was about 5 or 6, an older cousin dared me to jump out of the hay barn loft with an umbrella. He claimed it would act like a parachute (it didn’t) and that it would be fun, fun, fun (it wasn’t).
Arts writer
Chuck Graham
Hmmmmmmmmmm . . . At the risk of appearing to lead a boring life, I really haven’t accepted any dares at all. Mainly that’s because nobody is daring, and especially double-daring, or even double-dog-daring me to do anything. However, there have been lots of times when I’ve bitten off more than I could chew.
Calendar editor
Rogelio Yubeta Olivas
My friends dared me to enter a dance contest in junior high. I partnered with my cousin and we made up a cute little routine to “Shame” by Evelyn “Champagne” King. I still remember all the steps, too. We were decked out in our best disco duds and showed off our moves at the Ramada Inn downtown. The judges weren’t impressed and sent us packin’ in the first round. We didn’t care. We had fun.
Just Because: stupid dares