Inspired by the creation of my bucket list, I’ve been writing a series of posts about some of the adventures I’ve had in life. In doing so, I hope to inspire others to try some of these things and to impress the heck out of my Little One. (Because I know that, someday, I’m not going to seem all that cool to him and maybe these posts will remind him that his old mom wasn’t always so stodgy and unfun.)
Adventure 4: Parasailing
During one of the first vacations that Mr. Jenners and I took together, we decided to go parasailing. It seemed like a safer way to attempt skydiving—instead of plummeting out of a plane, you rise up into the air and then come back down again (hopefully on the back of the boat that is pulling you). (Plus, my grandmother had gone parasailing for the first time at age 78! How cool is that? I figured I couldn’t be outdone my grandmother, could I?)
The photo below was taken shortly after take-off. You might be able to tell that I’m turned to Mr. Jenners. I think I was saying something like “I’m not sure this is such a good idea after all.” You see, I’m terribly afraid of heights. (I’ll even get a little shaky in a glass elevator.) We weren’t even all that high up yet, and I was already getting scared. We kept going and going and going … up and up and up. (I found out later that in Florida, where we did this, you were legally allowed to go up much higher than you can in New Jersey, where I’d always seen parasailers and thought “Well, that might not be too bad.”)
We ended up being really high up. And it was cool … but scary. I kept alternating between feelings of panic and awe. It was peaceful but windy. I know I wouldn’t have been able to handle it if Mr. Jenners wasn’t there too. I have no idea how long we were up there but it seemed like a long time. As we were coming down, I remember imagining Jaws rising up from the water and eating us. (That movie has haunted me for years!)
We did land safely, and I’m glad the photos came out as I’m not sure I would have really believed I did it after the fact!
|Up, up and away|
Feeling the wind beneath my very sweaty and scared armpits once again,