Roger: “Hey, Lisa, wanna jump out of a perfectly good plane at 13,900 feet while strapped to another person and hope the parachute opens?”
What’s the worst thing that could happen? Wait, don’t answer that.
Roger has always wanted to go skydiving. I was the stick in the mud. It’s too dangerous. They’ll revoke your life insurance….
We went to a party a few months ago and I overheard the host talking to Roger about skydiving. Roger’s face lit up. I decided to change my mind and jump. We had an anniversary coming up and I couldn’t think of a better present.
The verdict? Totally worth it!
We hooked up with Tennessee Skydiving. They were awesome. We took a short class, suited up and hopped on the plane. You have to jump tandem for your first jump. Nothing like having a former Special Forces hooked to your back.
The plane ride was cool. We were packed in there like sardines, all sitting on our behinds straddling the person in front of us. At some weird point that I am sure can be explained by physics, everyone in the plane levitates and ends up standing up. Then two by two we tossed ourselves out of the plane.
You get about 55 seconds of free fall. That part happens pretty fast. All of the sudden the parachute opens and there I was hanging way up high, just floating. It was probably the most peaceful place ever: no wind, no bugs, no birds, no planes. I couldn’t see any of the other skydivers. It didn’t feel like I was moving at all. I could see for miles. It was cool. Really cool.
My tandem partner showed me how to steer the parachute. We turned into the wind and then you could really feel the breeze.
We floated back to solid ground and landed on our feet. We both arrived safe and sound. We had the option of video and still photos but being the Thrifty Parents that we are, we decided to just savor the moment and opt out of photos.
Would we do it again? Yes!
PS. The absolute scariest part of the adventure occurred when we returned home. We turned onto our street and there was an ambulance and a firetruck at the end of our cul de sac. I knew that it wasn’t one of our kids because the babysitter hadn’t texted me but you know that pit in your stomach feeling? I had it. Luckily, it was a neighbor with a kidney stone and everyone is A-OK. I’m sure the neighbor would have chosen skydiving over a kidney stone, but hey, you don’t always get to pick. It did remind me that sometimes home is the most dangerous place of all and it isn’t always the risky activity that sends you straight to the hospital.