Skydiving: Taking The Plunge

I'm Peter Pan. I'm flying. The horizon spreads out all around. The earth, two miles below, is a jumble of browns and greens. There's a roar in my ears--I'm dropping at 120 mph, face down, arms and legs spread. Rushing air presses the goggles into my face. This is some fun.

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