That One Time I Jumped Out of a Plane

It’s the stuff of nightmares. Falling from the sky and immediately waking up just before hitting the ground. Okay, that’s not real. But skydiving is. Why would anyone choose to jump out of a perfectly functioning airplane? There was that one time I took the legendary leap of faith.

18. That One Time I Jumped Out of a Plane.

So, what possessed me to pursue this crazy feat best illustrated by the military, Hollywood stunt people, and The Great Leslie?

I’m not really sure.

I’ve never been one to take extreme risks. And I’ve always had this reasonable fear of heights. Perhaps it was the prospect of adrenaline or mere curiosity. Or just insanity.

I think I must’ve agreed on a morning before I downed a full mug of coffee.

I do like flying. But preferably not toward the ground. Or at terminal velocity.

There’s a video somewhere of my jump. I can’t seem to recall where I stashed the DVD. 😉 But y’all will just need to take my word for it.

I had a spectacular jump! My tandem instructor was fantastic. Our parachute gets a nomination for best supporting piece of equipment. The weather was gorgeous. And the ground broke my fall, not my legs.

For your pleasure, and in lieu of said (buried) video, here’s photographic proof of a semi-ridiculous bucket list item success.

Will I ever jump again?