Sometime in April, I shall be jumping again. Oh, what a rush!
Third jump…
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That’s what this is about. It goes back to a time when I wasn’t responsible for anyone but myself and didn’t really give a damn. Jumping out of a plane was the least of my worries and an extreme way for me to grab life. You can’t really live until you experience these types of things. But then there is the experience of holding your baby for the first time, or taking your mother to the emergency room. That’s what life is about, and you can’t ignore it by numbing yourself. You have to take it all in, good and bad.
I think I’ll go for my birthday. The last time was when I turned 19 before I had any kiddies. Maybe it will remind me of my past life.
I can’t help wanting to do it again. Nothing like the feel of falling.