When I visited New Zealand (about 8 or 9 years ago) I had an aerial week which included bungy jumping, gliding, sky-diving and a helicopter flight onto a glacier. Bungy came first – so when I got around to sky-diving it wasn’t really too scary. The one fright I do have from the sky-diving event was from the flight up. I remember sitting on the floor of the plane, strapped to my instructor along with two other jumper/instructor couples, on what seemed like a very long flight up (though it was probably just a few minutes). I thought to myself that this plane is going to land and it’s going to do so without me in it. That troubled me.
Last Friday we left our home and we are staying with my parents until our flight next Monday. Usually when we came to visit my parents it was for a couple of nights and then we went back home – this time we aren’t. There is no going back – this time to get home we have to go forward.