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 – £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.