Funster No : 1
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Englishman in W Wales
About Me: I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
Interests: Blue Skies - Rugby - Photography
MH Type: A Class Hymer
MH Model: B544
Years Motorhoming: Since 91
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For the first 10 years of his life my son as good as grew up on drop zones all over UK and Europe. He's always wanted to skydive for as long as he can remember. For 2 years he has saved every envelope of Christmas and birthday money and banked all his wages from a part time job at Cotswold Outdoor. His goal to raise £2500 to do an AFF Course (Accelerated Freefall)
Training now done, as soon as the cloud lifts this morning he will ascend to 13500ft in one of the fastest jump ships around (ironically called a Cessna CARAVAN
and along side two experienced skydivers he'll jump.
I don't know what I'm scared about, I know he'll be safe. The sport's not for everyone but I know he'll love it. So why when laid in bed this morning, thinking about my son waking up in his tent at Langer airfield, on the morning of his first jump, do I feel so strange. I'm suffering with terrible nerve's, jealousy, excitement and pride all rolled into one, it's really weird. I should be there, but I'm sure he's glad I'm not, boys need to escape from their dads at sometime.
He's going to have a great day - Blue Skies James have a good one