As a teen, we used to go jumping into the quarries in Quincy. Ma. The distance to the water varied as you travelled the rim, I got pretty good at the 40 foot jumps.
The two big jumps were named "paint" and "(nwords) heaven".
I never tried heaven which was about 75 feet to the water line, but one day I had consumed a copious amount of jungle juice and jumped off Paint. 60 feet.
I was captivated. Watched the water approach for the whole three seconds.
Was still watching when the water slapped my face.
Ouch.