San Francisco is famous for it's cable cars going up and down the city's steep hills. Quite frankly, they are a lot of fun to ride. Did I tell you about falling out the back of one of those cable cars? Not really, but sort of..... The cable car was just beginning it's climb up a very steep hill. Being on my first cable car ride I was not quite sure what to expect. I was standing inside the back door of the crowded inside compartment. As the cable car started up the hill, it gave a quick jerk and I took a giant step back through the door (where the rear brakeman stands) to keep my balance. That's it. No fall. No danger. Not nearly as exciting story, either. We had a good laugh and with each re-telling the story has grown. By the end of the trip the family maintains I fell out the back of the cable car compartment and was hanging on by my fingertips! I wonder if in a few generations the ggg-grandchildren will believe I actually did fall out the back door of the cable car?!
Is this how "true" family lore is born?