I jumped out of a plane at 3,000 feet.



I was only 19 years old. Friends decided to do it and called me to join them. We got a quick training and had to wait all day. By then, I had forgotten everything, being pretty hair-brained.

I was supposed to go third in line but #2 chickened out. I jumped out without thinking about the cord to pull in case the parachute did not open.

The number #3 parachute did not open. The boy had to pull his own. He threw up all night.

I had not given it a thought about counting and pulling. I might have been dead.

Crazy fact.