Answer me that, Hamlet. Well, after you figure out all that other stuff about whether it’s nobler to suffer in the mind or to take arms and fight and all that. Anyways, I’m leaning towards just going for it, but whenever I take too long to think about skydiving, I get irrationally (okay, slightly rationally) horrified. I might need some serious persuasion to make this happen.
First, let’s get something straight. I have never, ever had the desire to jump out of a plane. Therefore, it was only to be expected that skydiving did not make it onto my Bucket List the first time around. What in the world could be more ludicrous than hurling yourself from a flying contraption thousands of feet up (besides maybe Ludacris wearing a leotard and rapping Mary Had a Little Lamb)? But my biggest objection to skydiving is that I would be too scared for the entire ordeal and therefore wouldn’t get any enjoyment out of doing it. An activity that combines my intense fear of heights and my extreme dislike of the prolonged tummy-tickling feeling of free falling? No thank you, Tom Petty.
Just to give you an idea of where I’m coming from: At a neighborhood party my friend’s dad pushed me on a rope swing high enough to touch the leaves of an oak tree, and I was so terrified that I stopped breathing and was unable to croak out the word “Stop” until he had pushed me several more times. I then proceeded to collapse off the swing and run to my parents crying. This was in fourth grade. I’ll give myself some credit, I’ve come a long way from that day. Now when I cry after going on rope swings I don’t have to run to my parents for comfort.
But heights is one thing; the feeling of falling lasts the whole way down. Experience has told me that I don’t do well with that feeling. Six Flags is a place I usually avoid at all costs; by now I have discovered that Canobie Lake Park offers the ideal type of “just outside my comfort zone so they’re actually slightly in my comfort zone” rides that I can handle. Usually I can convince my friends to head to Canobie for the water rides, but when Six Flags became one of the destinations for our Senior Week trip somehow I knew I would have a harder time single-handedly convincing my entire grade that riding on the Mini Dinos would be more fun than Bizzaro.
Anyways, it had been long enough since I had last been on a roller coaster that I figured my intense dislike of them was probably something I had outgrown. I therefore foolishly decided that I would make my first ride the biggest roller coaster Six Flags had to offer, making everything else in the park child’s play. Thank goodness my saner friends convinced me to go on the medium-to-small wooden roller coaster at the entrance first. I nearly shat my pants, cried, and passed out all at once. Thankfully I managed instead to walk away shakily and merely fess up that I did not think roller coasters were my thing. After that it was all Buzzsaw and Swing Rides for me (and no, not the Texas SkyScreamer swings that stand 40 stories tall, but the kind you would put a toddler in while they ate an ice cream cone).
Despite all these obstacles, skydiving finally made on the list once I learned it feels more like floating than falling, but even looking at pictures kind of stresses me out. Have you ever gone skydiving? Give me the most convincing pitch for me to go do it! (Slash if you went and hated it…maybe I should know that too).
PS: Go check out the Bucket List Challenge of the Week and DO IT!