Yes I called this post "crapping my pants" and yes this is what I am doing right now, or I was doing when I opened my first 25th birthday present on Sunday. And no, crapping my pants is not to be confused with weeing my pants in excitement, this is definitely crapping my pants in fear!
This is the present my Dad decided to get me for my 25th birthday. A sky diving voucher over Wollongong. He figured that I might be scared of heights but that hasn't stopped me parasailing, zip lining, canyoning or paragliding, so therefore I would jump out of a plane.
I have to do it now :S
I don't think it is the fall that will scare me, but the waiting in the plane and jumping out of it. Eeks, I can feel my heart skip a beat right now just thinking about it.
Have you been sky diving? any pointers to beat my fears?
My little brothers (13 and 11) also got me this cute black cardigan, business in the front and party in the back (the back is complete lace).