This weekend I was kidnapped…But in a good way. There is something I have wanted to do for such a long time. Something my mother NEVER wanted me to do. I had be told by some I wasn’t allowed to do (never a good strategy with me). And my sister thought only people who had lost their minds would do. But we can’t always please our mothers or others and there are times you have to ignore what your own brain is telling you is logical.
I was driven an hour outside of Austin by my friends, who only told me to wear comfortable clothes and tennis shoes. We turned a corner and this is the sign I saw.
I was so excited. I probably should have been nervous but I wasn’t at all. I couldn’t wait. We checked in, signed our lives away and got suited up.
After suiting up, strapping in, and getting acquainted with the men we were trusting to get us to the ground in one piece, we were off to the plane.
To say it was amazing doesn’t even begin to describe. It was a mad rush. I don’t think I stopped screaming until the parachute was pulled and Travis had us gliding and twirling all the way to the ground. It was beyond adrenaline. It was the most freeing thing I have ever done. I can’t even put it into words. It was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything. A view of the world I will never forget.