Skydiving is on my list of things to do before I kick.
A couple years ago, I was ready to go for it until I saw an article about a woman who made the leap and landed FACE FIRST in a gravel parking lot.
I wish I could ask her some vital questions.
Are tiny rocks permanently embedded in your pores?
Was the rush worth the pain?
Have you made any subsequent jumps?
For my b-day this year, I got a certificate for a jump from my hubbie. Prepaid.
Before I made the call, I thought about the woman and her face.
I decided to go for it, anyway. Taking a risk means sometimes you fall on your face in a big way. Like from an airplane.
Maybe, I’ll wear a hockey mask.
August 18, 2009 No Comments