It’s Just Like Flying

Today I am going skydiving, but not out of a real plane, but virtually. It was a present from my son and daughter. She asked what I wanted as a gift, and I said I’ve always wanted to do a parachute jump.

My dad was a paratrooper in the second world war, and took part in a famous mission with a glider going through enemy lines to secure a bridge. I am so proud of him. He rarely spoke about his time in the second world war, but would speak honestly if I asked.

There are two reasons why it isn’t an actual tandem jump. The first, my daughter believes I will injure myself. She said yesterday I can trip over thin air; probably true. Also, the cost was expensive – Β£300. Too much, and I wouldn’t want to them to spend that much.

I’m looking forward to going, and will let you know what it was like. It could be like the time I was going to climb a wall (with a harness) and got to the first rung before I released I couldn’t do it.

This time it is much more important to me and I will just have to channel my dad’s bravery and fly.

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.

8 thoughts on “It’s Just Like Flying

  1. I first googled and found there really is a Virtual Reality Skydiving thingy.

    (I wasn’t doubting you but just for informational purposes.)

    Then I thought I would certainly get dizzy and disoriented doing that and knew I would lose my breakfast.

    Upon further googling I found one could order a Reusable Puke Bucket from Amazon.

    Have Fun! πŸ™‚

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