One of my favorite Doonesbury cartoons was where Ziggy (I think) said, “It didn’t bother me when I turned thirty. It was when my little brother turned thirty…
One way or another, trust me, twenty-nine doesn’t last long. It will be over before you know it.
Besides, thirty is pretty cool… adds an unwarranted air of authority to whatever you say!
Hummm, fun things to do while you’re still in your twenties?
I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane twice on my 25th birthday. Seems there were parachutes involved… an added plus in my opinion. It was a cool, memorable, and worthwhile experience. What a fuckin’ blast, and yet, something I haven't felt the need to repeat. Yeah, twenty-something is a good time to get this one under your belt.
If this piques your interest, I did my jumps while in college through a parachute club that offered a continuing education gig. Maybe there is something like that available in your arena.
So there you are, standing on the strut of your little Cessna(?) airplane, wind beating all about you, looking your instructor in the eye. He is safely on the plane, you, as said, are standing on the strut, outside of the plane, waiting for the go command. Then it is time! He signals, you let go. When the little plane drones off into the distance, and after a brief moment of total disorientation, and yeah, terror, you find that your parachute DID open. You are under canopy safely, at least until landing, and you realize that the silence that encapsulates you is equivocal to the darkness you would find in a cave, only quieter. The world stretches out in all directions beneath you. Your pounding heart may be the loudest thing you hear, except possibly for your own screams of, “Yea Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, as you descend back to reality!
Hope this helps.
Chuckster
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