Yep, that is me way up there. Whenever I think about it, I can feel the vibrations of the rope as they let us out. The twanging feel it gave as I questioned my choice to put my life into the hands of a couple of young kids who didn’t speak my language.
First I went up with Magnus(who loved it). The moment we took off I questioned my judgement. What mom would place her child into such danger? He seemed calm and happy, but me, I was scared out of my mind. We jerked, a lot, and at times it was more than I could handle. I had to remain calm for Magnus’ sake but man I did not like it. As our ride was completing I made the decision that Thisbe would go by herself. I did not need to go twice, nor did I want to. We landed and Magnus was unhooked. I prepped Thisbe to go by herself but the guys were not unhooking me. “She’s too small.” they said, and within about 30 seconds Thisbe was hooked up and off I went again.
The second trip was so much smoother and enjoyable. I was still hanging on tight and in no way did I want to stay up any longer than I had too, but my heart wasn’t beating quite as fast.
With it all over and now that a couple days’ time has past, I would do it again. Maybe in 10 years.
Your so awesome April!
I’ve done that before and it was crazy fun a little scary but fun indeed :o) Love your blog
You’re braver than I am! I might dream about flying, but I’m pretty sure I’d be too terrified to go through with parasailing. Tracey convinced me to go on the Drop Tower at King’s Island, and I hyperventilated at the top.
Wow! And what a great picture too (not that you’ll ever forget it!)
wow. That is one thing I have no plans to ever do! But I bet it will certainly become a fantastic memory to have 🙂
That looks amazing! Good for you… what a once in a lifetime experience.