I look at this picture, and I’m afraid. Look at it. Stare at it for a while and see if you don’t feel the rock falling under the additional weight of you and your foolish boyfriend. I have had two husbands and a number of boyfriends. Not one of them would have stood on this rock. One of them might have suggested I stand on it while he watched from above, but I am not certain. I might send it to him and ask.
You probably do not want to see the photograph of me cramming myself into a teeny-tiny airplane with a parachute on my back on the way to rolling out of the open door at 8,000 ft. But it was safe because it was a tandem jump with a skilled person attached to me (or me attached to him).
You probably do not want to see the photograph of me cramming myself into a teeny-tiny airplane with a parachute on my back on the way to rolling out of the open door at 8,000 ft. But it was safe because it was a tandem jump with a skilled person attached to me (or me attached to him).