As a kid I once jumped from the roof of my house to the roof of the neighboring apartment. Sure, it was easy getting over, since the apartment roof was flat. I didn't think quite about coming back however, since my roof was a good ~45 degree angle. I had to jump and twist my body just so that I landed horizontal, head towards roof, while missing the lip of the house. Had I fallen/missed, it was 25-35 feet down to concrete.
I think for just about every male, there is nothing more fascinating than being on the roof of something you're not supposed to be on. I can pinpoint the moment I lost this: 21 years old, Eugene, OR. On top of Max's. "OK, now I'm up here. Now what."
Keep us posted. Post pictures, if you can. Blink twice for no.
Yeah, to be 12 again.