I took my granddaughter skydiving on Saturday. I was also going to jump, but decided that it might be a bit risky with my new hip. Usually, everyone lands by sliding in on the grass, but occasionally someone will have a hard landing. I have gone twice in the past, so I was content to watch, cheer, and take pictures. I was proud of my granddaughter because many people are too spooked to jump out of an airplane at 14,000 feet. We will do it again next year and take a couple of other grandkids who have had their 18th birthday, and my hip will be all healed and good as new. One of my life principles is continually looking for hard things to do. I don’t always succeed at accomplishing them, but it is always an adventure trying. It is good to see my grandkids adopting that principle in their lives.