Took my boy to watch my old skydive team jump into an air show at Shaw Air Force Base in Sumter, SC. Hung out with the team and helped repack a few chutes. They gave my boy the VIP treatment. I haven’t jumped in over 3 years. I gave it up when I left the military, but now I can’t get it off my mind. Wish I’d never gotten around it again. Highly doubt my life insurance would pay if I burn in. Smart thing is to keep my butt on the ground but old me wants to get after it. Wheeling, fishing, and hunting are fun, but it doesn’t come close to taking the place of terminal velocity. Wish I enjoyed normal shit.
