By Amanda Cleary Eastep
I’ve always wanted to skydive. To feel my heart about to come out of my mouth, to stop myself from vomiting upward into my own face, to fall and be yanked back in the nick of time.
But leaping didn’t happen that way. I decided it would be way more fun to quit my day job and freelance write full time. Like the guy in The Shining.
I’ve never jumped off anything before. Except the jungle gym on the grade school playground. I remember sitting on the edge of the parallel ladder thingy and looking at the ground far beneath my dangling feet…