Skydiving. Why? Because.
I was sitting here trying to think of what I could write about, that’s the issue with wanting to post something everyday. I may not necessarily have an interesting topic to write/rant/talk about. However, in a few days, I’m going to jump out of a plane… (it was supposed to be April 30th, but plans have changed now, the skydiving place is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays.) So yeah, in the near future, I’ll be attached to someone else *(who thankfully knows how to use a parachute, cause I sure as hell don’t) and jumping out of a plane at 12 500 feet. I’m not sure what that is in jump height, I’ve never done this before, so it’s high.
Part of me is excited, but part of me also wants to puke all over myself. People ask my why I’d jump out of a perfectly good airplane, I state to test out a perfectly good parachute. *Insert smile* Yet inside part of me is… Yeah, why are you paying 250$ (plus applicable taxes) to jump from a plane, which the only reason you are in is to jump out of…
Oh yeah, I suppose do it for the thrill. 😀 It’s on my bucket list, to skydive. When the opportunity came up, I didn’t hesitate. *(Maybe I should have, but whatever, it’s a good friend’s birthday/birthday present and I only live once.)
So if I don’t splatter/bounce/shatter, I’ll post about it in May. I’m pretty sure I’ll be safe and it’ll be awesome.
People skydive all the time, right?