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In earlier issues I reported on my first skydiving adventures out of Vandenberg Airport, now known as Tampa Executive Airport. I felt cocky with the first of my training jumps under my belt, and wasted no time practicing for my second. That too being uneventful, I took no break and rushed to get my third and fourth jumps in before calling it a day. And what a day! There is something to skydiving, maybe the adrenaline,  that by the end of the day has you dropping from exhaustion. I set up my tent and turned in early.

I was determined to continue skydiving after the thrill of my first jump, so less than three months passed before I was again at Skydive City, trying to cram all of AFF, or Accelerated Free Fall training, into a two-day stay. The seven-jump course, conducted by professional skydiving instructors, is the first step toward a skydiving license.

Thrill Seeker Sirio Dares the Sky 

My personal philosophy unfortunately decries the lack of threatening stimuli in my daily environment. With speed limits the way they are, I cannot get a thrill out of putting myself in harm’s way, although I do appreciate the rumbling bass notes of my motorcycle’s exhaust. My college professors cannot threaten me with gruesome punishment if I fail an exam. The most dangerous object in my household is the InSinkErator which relieves me from the tedium of throwing my carrot peels into the trash can.