Ah! Skydiving! It was high on my list of potential hobbies, until I actually tried it. A few years ago, one of our dear readers invited me to a tandem jump (hi Charlie!). That’s one of the perks of drawing a comic in this particular niche, I suppose.
Don’t get me wrong, it was AWESOME. The rush of jumping out of the plane, the free fall, the goofing around with the other skydivers … it’s hard to describe the feeling, and I can imagine it must be so much cooler still when you’re not strapped with your butt to some other dude’s crotch.
But when the chute opened, things took a turn for the worse. At first it was nice to cruise along and watch the landscape from above. But soon, I started to feel motion sickness. What can I say, it’s something I have dealt with all my life, and one of the reasons why I’m not a mariner or aviator. I barely made it to the ground without puking. And the last minute or two were sheer torture.
That’s not to say that I don’t want to try it again some day. Many things deserve a second shot. But, although I know it’s rather safe, as long as you do everything right, now that I’m a father, I have decided to postpone it until further notice. I’ve never been an adrenaline junkie, but now I’m even more risk averse than before. Or maybe that’s just a sign that I’m getting old, haha!