adventure – Julie B. Campbell

I Jumped Out of a Plane and Only Mildly Blacked Out

Image of the field next to the Skydive Toronto hangar as viewed from the parking lot

So I jumped out of a plane. On purpose. No, I wasn’t being chased. No, I hadn’t lost a bet. No, I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I just, willingly, paid money to be pushed out of a flying aircraft at about 10,250 feet.