The Big Dive

the closest thing to flying

When I was about nine, my Dad gave me the opportunity to jump out a plane. Really.

We were holidaying in New Zealand and it was something my older cousin Adrian was doing. The concept of it looked fun to me and when I said I wanted to do it too, Dad surprisingly said 'Okay' and took me along for the booking. But when I saw how much it cost and faltered, Dad was only too glad to say, 'Well, alright then.'

I never forgot that and literally regretted that ... Well, up till two weeks ago anyway!

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