When my daughter asked me what I want for Christmas this year, I said I wanted to do a parachute jump. She looked at me for a few minutes as though I had grown three heads and sprouted wings.

It has always been something I want to do: my father was a paratrooper and he talked to me about his days when he served in the army. I listened as he remembered his training (one-one thousand, two-one thousand)

Would I scream all the way down? Probably. Would I regret my life decisions? No, because sometimes the only thing to fear, is fear itself. I’ve been on rides, such as Nemesis, and as long as I feel safe and strapped in. Also it would be a tandem jump, so I would be in safe hands.

Maybe they will give me that experience as a present. I hope so because I wasn’t joking. Life has a habit of throwing curveballs at you, and while I am able this one thing on my list can be ticked off.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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  1. My dad was also a paratrooper in WW2 Diana. He did practice jumps and combat jumps and he told the best stories, but I have never had the desire to jump out of a plane, although I do admire your courage.

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