Skydiving

I have wanted to learn how to skydive for ages. I am so attracted to the idea of free falling all that distance; it's pretty much my idea of total freedom, even if it's only for a few minutes.

So I am taking skydiving lessons with a few good friends who also want to learn. My instructor is really impressed with how well I'm picking up the information and is constantly encouraging me to stretch out my limits a little more, a little more . . . I've finally learned all the stuff I need to know before actually taking the jump, and my friends and I are high up in the airplane, fully outfitted in all the equipment. I'm a little nervous, but at the same time, I am so excited that I can finally do this! And 1--2--3-- I jump out of the high-flying plane, with a helper, and there I go, free falling to the Earth, with loads of air all around me. I close my eyes just for a minute and take in all this incredible energy, just revelling in it. When I open my eyes, I still have a decent amount of falling time before I spring my parachute; my helper cues me to do it and there I am, floating down ever so gently to the earth, and enjoying every single moment.

And I can do this--enjoy the freedom of all that space around me--because I HAVE A ROOM FULL OF MONEY!