Bungee Jumping or Sky Diving?


parachute (Photo credit: o0bsessed)

If somebody were to ask me if I would like to go bungee jumping or sky diving, I would say no. Uh-uh. No way. I am terrified of heights. I hate flying. I don’t climb ladders. I even get dizzy looking out a fifth story window. So it is safe to say that bungee jumping and sky diving are not my idea of fun. If someone were to hold a gun to my head and make me choose, though, I would probably choose Sky Diving.

There is a logical reason for this, I swear. Two actually – both of which have to do with numbers. First of all, with sky diving, you jump, you fall, you land (hopefully in one piece) and it’s all over. With bungee jumping on the other hand, you jump, you fall, you bounce, you fall again, you bounce again, you fall again…you get the picture. If I really must fall, I’d rather limit it to just the once, thank you very much. The other reason has to do with the number of people. Generally speaking, bungee jumping is a solo activity – there may be spectators, but the jump itself is usually done alone. Contrast this with sky diving which is often done in tandem with an experienced instructor – much more comforting (did I mention I’m afraid of heights?).

Also, to be frank, I put much more faith in my instructor and our parachute than in any bungee cord. I don’t know why.

Having said all that, however, the question is moot. I never intend to go sky diving or bungee jumping. What about you? Have you done either of these things? Would you?


Huge News!

Well, quite a while ago (I think it might even have been last year) I was worried about my sister, so Earth sent a letter to my estranged family to find out about if she was OK. He sent an email address created expressly for that purpose.

Anyway, We finally heard from my mum. She only received the letter recently because she is no longer in Cairns. She is in Kakadu and my sister is living with her boyfriend in Canada and my brother is living in Switzerland, having recently married a swiss girl! OMG, talk about a shock!

Anyhow, it has been about six years, so (after discussing it with Earth) I am going to cautiously open e-mail communication with my mother to established if they have changed. If they are off the drugs and acknowledge how they treated me (and that they regret it and will not be resuming such behaviour) then I will consider more contact.

I truly hope this is the case because I miss having an extended family around me and I feel that my kids are missing out as well. I grew up with lots of aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents around me constantly and my kids have none of that.

Obviously no extended family is better than what they had, but if they have changed…

Well, it’s useless speculating. Tomorrow, when my head has stopped spinning, I will email my mother.

Meanwhile, I have located the facebook pages for my brother and sister and saved some of the wedding photos. Oh wow they look different! My brother looks like he’s really matured and my sister is the spitting image of my deceased aunt!

The people in the photo (from left to right) are:

My Aunt – mum’s sister.

My Dad – his hair is white!

My Brother – his hair has moved from his head to his chin!

My Brother’s Wife – isn’t she pretty?

My Mum – looking a little older.

My Sister – looks just like my mother’s other sister.