And since we're told in TV to, "go where the news is" that's just what I did, even though its thousands of feet in the air.
Skydiving is low on my "bucket list," so I never really envisioned myself plunging head first toward Earth at 120 miles per hour. Still, when Skydive Louisiana invited me along for a ride, I couldn't pass it up. At first I wasn't too convinced I'd enjoy my 6 minutes in the sky. The ride to altitude on a very small plane, packed with expert skydivers didn't settle those nerves at all. And the 40 seconds of free falling did NOT feel good since a zipper attached to my "80s- style" suit spent that time smashing into my neck at 120 miles per hour. But once the parachute opened, and yes it did open, I understood how people can get addicted to skydiving. From far above a field in Gilliam, LA I could see the entire ArkLaTex. A mental picture to last a lifetime, well worth forty seconds of discomfort and a few more anxiously anticipating the landing. I stuck that landing in the end and with feet on solid ground can firmly say I'm glad I went skydiving, but I won't be going again.