Falling from the sky
August 21, 2014 | My Jottings
Our youngest daughter Sara takes after her dad in many ways. She has a little bit (well, actually maybe a large chunk) of the impulsive adventure seeker in her, as he always has, and recently she checked something off of her bucket list by jumping out of a plane from 10,000 feet in the air. That’s almost two miles up.
Sara has a friend who works for a local skydiving company, and she called her up recently and said, “We’re going up this evening, want to come along?” So Sara gave me a long hug, told me she loved me, and dashed off to go up in a small plane and tandem jump. The only way you can skydive on your own is to take many hours of training. However, you can tandem jump with about an hour of training (yikes, don’t get me started), and she was paired with a young man who had done this many times.
Here are some photos from Sara’s first time falling from the sky. Yes, that would be the plane they were in.
I think this photo means she was liking it so far:
This shot shows the St. Louis River below them:
And this picture caused me to ponder, If her young skin looked like this, I wonder what mine would look like if I decided to jump?
In this photo below the parachute had opened and Sara said they floated down slower than she expected:
How about you? Have you ever gone skydiving? Would you? Why or why not?