

Nub Fact #14 : SkyDiving 2 notable things about me: 1- I am afraid of heights. 2- I hate feet and can’t wear other peoples shoes. It really freaks me out. So the September after my car accident, it was my step dad’s birthday. My mom has gotten him a skydiving trip for his birthday. At the last minute he was insistent one of us go with him. I put my phobia and fear aside, wearing my moms tennis shoes to go jumó out of a plane with my dad, entirely on a whim. I’d already faced death, and lived. I felt like if i were supposed to be dead I’d already be dead. So why let dear hold me back from spectacular experiences?