Skydiving: maybe I am a skydiver now.

The sun glints brightly outside the hard metal plane. The light flicks to red, as a chorus of “door” is yelled out through the plane. I turn away from the excited tandem student beside me and push up the plane door.  I peek out and see the dropzone far below like a tiny piece of…

Skydiving: starting to learn something

The look as I tell people I went skydiving again is something to behold.  But why? Didn’t you just go? Why would you want to do that again? Most people can understand one jump, in a cross-it-off-your-bucket-list way, but doing it again seriously baffles people.  I think, although more extreme, it really is no different…