Loveleigh

I'm not what people call "a language person". I speak English fluently because it's my mother tongue.  I had trouble learning Spanish in high school and college, but I know enough to get by when I travel to Mexico or other Spanish-speaking countries. I learned some Hebrew, too, but my memory only holds a few traces of the content I learned from 10 years of Hebrew school (purple, king, money, bird, and dog, and the numbers 1-10 are the only words I could recite to you now).

Have you ever been skydiving?  

Neither have I!  

For those who have read the other blogs in my adventure series (Have you ever been... bungee jumping, hang gliding, in a hot air balloon, on the flying trapeze, or on a BBQ donut?), you know that I would sooner jump off a bridge with a cable tied to my back than set foot in a small airplane. So skydiving is not an option for me.

The first time I went in a hot air balloon was when I was 9 years old. The excursion was a gift from my father to my mother for her birthday. Our whole family got to go. It was an unforgettable experience!  The second time I went in a hot air balloon was in 1997, when I took a visiting college friend on a tour of my home town San Diego.  Again, it was totally unforgettable.  

Is there anyone on this planet that doesn't want to join the circus, even for a day?  As a child, I loved going to the circus to see the clowns, the dancers, the animals, and especially the trapeze artists.  How graceful they were, swinging from bar to bar right above our heads! They reminded me of monkeys at the zoo. No wings or feathers, but still able to bound through the air for a few seconds of airborn freedom.