I made the mistake of mentioning to my wife that I had, for sometime, thought that on my 50th birthday I would like to skydive, sort of a once in a lifetime bucket list thing.
Well, the morning of my 50th birthday guess what she has, TWO tickets to skydive. Oh shoot, sometimes a fellow just likes to talk about stuff, just dreaming.
I said I wanted to do it so lets get it done. The drive down was kinda quite. I had a temporary crown on a tooth that decided to come off a few minutes before I was to leaped out an airplane. Then we passed by a FUNERAL. Not good omens.
Got there, wife and I signed up, suited up, and waited for the plane. Watched an experienced skydiver come in too hot and injure himself a little. Great.
The plane is ready, here we go. We had the whole thing filmed and I looked like a condemned man walking to the execution chamber on the way to the plane.
Got to altitude and the tandem master and I scooted to the door. He said go and we went-he did not have to push me OK.
There was a lot of wind. The video guy was right in front of me, I could about touch him, and he has this camera in my face. I'm trying to not look so freaked out but really, I have had more fun than this. I was plenty glad when the chute opened and more so when we gently touched down.
I am glad I did it once. It was not pleasant for me I have to say. But maybe one day, lets not rush into it, maybe at 70 years old, I might do it again.
Floyd