Why Skydiving?

I’ve started spreading the word about my new hobby, SKYDIVING BABY!!! The response has either been one of two things “AWESOME!!” or “ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!”. hahahha I love it :)

So how did I get this crazy idea to jump out of airplanes? Well anybody who’s known me for a long time knows that I have always wanted to “fly like the birds”, flight has always intrigued me but since I can’t even go on roller coasters without getting motion sickness I never really pursued anything in the air except as a passenger on commercial flights.

I’ve always been the quiet person just having fun not doing anything crazy. I’ve never been an ‘out there’ type of person. Since I’ve started loosing weight and getting into shape I’ve moved myself out from behind the TV and getting more active outside. I started hiking again and that was a blast. Then I saw my Dad do his first skydiving tandem. He had a great time and it looked really fun.

You know you’re a skydiver when…

BOC goes from meaning “Blue Oyster Cult” to meaning “Bottom of Container”.

You’re making love to your partner and they whisper “I’ve never done this before” and you yell out “THAT’S a case of beer!”.

On cloudy/windy days you go to the drop zone anyway and bitch about the weather.

On cloudy/windy days you pull out your parachute and pack it just to say that you’ve done something skydiving-related.

You “dirt-dive”, “post-dive” and critique your love-making sessions.

The smell of bug spray makes you think of skydiving.

Whenever a passenger in a fast-moving car, you stick your head out the window and yell “FIVE LEFT” to the driver.

Whenever leaving an establishment you yell “DOOR” to all the patrons before opening the door.

You don’t own any clothing that you didn’t get at a boogie.

Every single one of your whuffo friends is to the point of wanting to kill you every time you mention skydiving.

You think of Jack Jeffries, Tamara Koyn and Norm Kent as “famous”.