Trust me, just not on cliffs.

A time I had to convince someone of something was when I convinced my cousin, Brittney, to trust me on a camping trip. It was the summer before 9th grade and we were at a family reunion in Wisconsin. While on the family reunion we decided to take a small camping trip. This was the average camping trip, with bonfires, hikes and of course, swimming in the lake. It just so happened that there was a small cliff at the camp site we were staying at that rose right over the lake. People dove off this cliff into the water occasionally, and the people that owned the camping grounds assured us it was safe to jump off of, so I decided to do a little joke. I convinced Brittney that I had a surprise for her, she was slightly skeptical but I convinced her to trust me. I told her that we would go on a hike and maybe a swim, just the two of us. The next day me and Brittney set out on an all day hike.  I walked her along multiple trails and confusing paths to make sure that she had no idea where I was really talking her. When we got closer to the cliff I told her to close her eyes, she refused, but I once again convinced her to trust me. I led her over to the cliff and turned her backwards, I positioned her right at the edge until I was satisfied with where she was placed. I told her to open her eyes and asked her if she knew how to swim, she said yes and I simply smiled before proceeding to push her off the cliff. She landed in the water and surfaced perfectly fine, of course screaming about how much of a horrible person I am. She still trusts me, even after the incident, just not around cliffs. The best part of the story has to be how she got payback. She could not push me off the cliff in return due to the fact that I do not know how to swim, so instead she locked me out of the tent one night, during a thunderstorm.