Saturday was skydiving day for Rocco and me. It was his 18th birthday present. I thought I was a really awesome mom because he wanted me to do it with him and I said yes. Then, I realized a few things about myself:
1-I'm older than I think I am. 2-I have a unique ability to not worry about things that are potentially very dangerous until I'm in the middle of doing them. 3-Once I set my mind to something you can't talk me out of it. I do not think that these are good qualities. Here is my skydiving story. Zero Stars—-DO NOT RECOMMEND! If someone said you have to go skydiving or give up all of your worldly possessions and live in the street for the rest of your life, I would pick the latter. Here’s what happened. I jumped out of a plane at 11,500 feet. I free fell at 120mph for about 40 seconds. That was scary but not the worst part. When the parachute opened there was about 5 seconds of thinking “WOW!” Then my instructor asked me to grab the handles to control the shoot. I reached up and grabbed them. Then he said, “do you want to make a 360 turn so you can see the view?” In my head I thought “no!” But before I could answer he said, “pull the right handle” and we start spinning. That’s when I started to feel nauseous. Then for the rest of the ride to earth I was desperately trying not to throw up on the poor man I was attached to. I had to close my eyes to help with the motion sickness and dry heaved all the way to the ground. After I landed, the people had to make me sit on the couch and attached me to a pulse ox machine. I couldn’t even drive home. Thank god Rococo can drive. When I got home I laid under a weighted blanket and took Xanax. The end.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Archives
May 2023
Categories |