My father is an avid skydiver [in reality, a national and international skydiving champion who travels and teaches CRW - a specific style of skydiving]. Anyway, one of his most favorite jumps is from a hot air balloon and what better time to do it then fall? Needing some extra weight when the jumpers leave the basket, I ventured along at the very crack of dawn. Since I've been around this sort of thing the entirely to my life, I was neither scared nor elated by the experience. In fact, it was simply peaceful. I enjoyed being apart of the excitement the jumpers all shared, but wasn't overcome by it in any means. The sounds from the ballon and clacking of horse and buggies was interesting. The sun rising and us floating . . .
And then we landed and the packing up began. . .
The skydivers found us and all was well.