9 AM: Mary and I are going skydiving today. (The sissy tandem way; not solo.) If I don’t post soon, I hope it doesn’t mean that I bounced. Wish us luck!
2PM update: Back from skydiving. Lived. What a rush!
The scariest (and most fun!) part was tumbling immediately after leaving the airplane. The view was plane, ground, plane, ground, plane, ground — until the streamer came out and we got pointed in the right direction. It was also a rush when the chute finally opened, because I wasn’t expecting it, and the sudden clicky noises of the straps rattling and weird tugs and stuff made me think briefly that I was coming unfastened, which would probably be bad.
Mary and my mom jumped, too, but they can’t have had as much fun as me.