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.