I've taken a turn for the more daring, as of late. Never been afraid of heights, but after I did the big giant
swing thing (added link: read the section on the Skycoaster) at an amusement part in Utah, the sensation of falling has really captured my interest. When I was in Utah last, J brought me to an indoor skydiving place that just opened up. I had so much fun, but unfortunately, I wasn't feeling good AT ALL and was stuffed up. Anyone who's done anything like that knows how much wind comes up at your face - I just couldn't breathe.
The plan is to do it again. Down the street from where he's living now they have a small airport and I'm always seeing people skydiving. I'm not sure if I'll go skydiving by the end of this year, but definitely by next spring, and in the meanwhile, there's indoor skydiving - where I can learn to control my movements.
I guess what I've come to like about it are the endorphins that stay with me throughout the day. Better than any drug I've tried, hands down.