Tuesday - 05/11/2021 — My daughter talked me out of trying to skydive shortly after she took Ethan skydiving for his 18th birthday three years ago. “You’d love the dive, Mom. Unless you did a barrel roll, in which case you’d probably throw up because of your motion sickness.” She paused to think for a moment. “Of course, you already would have thrown up in the little tiny plane because of your claustrophobia … and your motion sickness.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “All right, all right. I get it. I’ll just have to enjoy your skydiving through the pictures.
Last Saturday, she took my second grandson skydiving for his 18th birthday. (Can you see a pattern emerging here?) So, once again, I got to enjoy it vicariously.
Now you can too.
