Not very long ago my daughter and I had a conversation about why would anyone want to jump from an airplane. My views are fairly simple. No amount of money could get me to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. I wouldn't even consider jumping out of a crippled aircraft. As a matter of fact, had I been a passenger on Air Force One with Harrison Ford, I would have taken my chances with the terrorists.
Imagine my surprise when one Sunday morning my daughter and I have the following conversation:
"By the way, Mom, I went skydiving yesterday."
"That's nice, dear."
"You don't believe me?"
"No, dear."
Teasing mom with the absurd was nothing new in our family. Except my disbelief was corrected when photos of my daring daughter appeared on the internet the next day. Holy Silk Parachutes. I watched the video. She really did it! In order to celebrate a friend's birthday my child, who only a few days before had agreed with me that nothing could make us jump out of a plane, did just that. Terrified. The most fear she's ever felt in her life. But she did it.
