My Bucket List:
Heck yeah, babyyyyy! This is something I’ve wanted to do for years. It’s not like I’m not afraid of heights either. I’m terrified. But jumping out of a plane, from 13,000 feet at 122 mph (well, my tandem master said we were actually going closer to 110 mph because I was too light) was just something I had to do. Steven was on board so we went with two friends, April and Graham, and had the times of our lives. I was the first to jump and wasn’t given a second to rethink my decision. Bud, my tandem master, scootched (?) me up all the way to the edge and the last thing he said, “Don’t hit your head on your way out. It’ll hurt like hell.” And before I knew it, we were freefalling. When I post more pictures, you can see ICICLES on my nose. It was FREEZING … -13º!! I loved every second until Bud released the parachute and as we were calmly descending, he realizes Steven (who jumped after me) was already passing us so in order to “beat him”, he yanked on the parachute and sent us SPIRALING down for a good 5-7 seconds. I nearly threw up. Screaming for him to stop. When we finally stop, the whole way down I was preparing myself (and him) for my impending projectile of vomit. Luckily, we made it down, very smoothly, but I was struck with nausea for about 20 minutes.
One of the best experiences of my life. It was an added pleasure to have done it with those three!
Two weeks until graduation. Savoring every fleeting second.