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| Prompt: What is the most daring thing you have ever done? Write about this in your Blog entry today. *** I used to be an adrenaline junkie - sort of - I've been bungee jumping, and sky diving, rock climbing, and abseiling. All of which, I think, are fairly daring. The sky diving I did as a tandem, so I was strapped to someone's chest. There was little for me to control, I was just along for the ride... Fall... lol! A whole group of us went and the guys who "taught" us were ex-RAF paratroopers. You felt safe with them; useful when you are hanging outside of the plane door 10,000 feet up, strapped to some guys harness you have only known for about 3 hours. FUN TIMES!! I had so much fun, I wanted to do it again and again - but I didn't get around to it, and now that I have two kids, I have zero interest in throwing myself out of a perfectly good plane. For the bungee jumping I had to actually jump from the platform... by myself... I had to feel the weight of the cord around my ankles as I shuffled to the edge and curled my toes over it. I had to stand there looking out and down. There were butterflies rioting in my stomach - actually I think they were more like wasps or hornets. Maybe bats. They were way big and more frantic than butterflies. The guy in charge had an arm around my waist to secure me, so I didn't go too early. He instructed me to clasp my hands together and then dive off the platform. I kept bring my arms back in against my chest and laughing - nerves getting the better than me. My then-boyfriend and his cousin had gone first and there was NO WAY I was backing out... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I dived. I remember the fall. Holding my breath. The relief when the cord went taut. The adrenaline that didn't dissipate until well after I'd been lowered and released on to the air/crash pad. That took more guts (insanity), at least in my opinion. The physical effect was more intense with the bungee as well; my insides were shaken about like a pop bottle, and I had the shakes for ages. I threw up about twenty minutes afterwards. The sky diving was very gentle in comparison. Serene. I'm glad I did them - but I wouldn't do them again. I don't think my joints would take it. Nowadays, the most daring I get is submitting my writing for others to see/read. I feel a sense of vulnerability each time I do it. Opening myself up for critique. But it's also thrilling, and I think I'm equally nervous and exited to hear feedback. |
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