This weekend I went for a parachute ride. I held on to the ropes in trepidation. As I was dropping, I saw the ground, and trees far far beneath me. I struggled with the ropes to turn left, turn right, just hoping to land on my target safely, and go home.
But alas, I fell 19 meters away. Here’s to an almost perfect parachute ride, from which I escaped unscathed.
Fooled you, didn’t I? Oh well, better safe and sound in a museum than falling from the sky into water 19 meters away from land 🙂
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