I think they'd probably have to push me out of the plane, though. It's horridly expensive, though, yes?
Oh yes. I'm one of those people who gets all excited and wants to do it when they're on the ground, but then hesitates when the moment comes. I'm one of those crazy people who giggle and scream and bounce, too. But being scared is the best part, I reckon. Adrenalin is awesome. It will be a tandem dive anyway, so I will be strapped to the instructor, and they will probably count to three and jump whether I want to or not! But I will. And most places record the jump with a video camera so you can take it home, too. And yes - rather expensive. The place I'm looking at charge $500 if it's your first time, but then each dive after that gets cheaper and cheaper until you're experienced enough to jump on your own. That's why it's a birthday thing! Mind you, with all this NZ business, I have a feeling I may have to wait until later in the year or my next birthday to skydive, because I am busy saving for that, and my parents are going to have to help me pay for it as it is.
Do schools down by you go to NZ often? Is it like a regular school trip?
I'm not sure about other schools, but my school holds a ten-day NZ Tour every two years. It's possible schools over in the eastern states do it as well, because they're much closer to NZ, but I'm pretty sure it isn't a regular thing for schools to do over here, because I am on the west coast, and that's quite a distance to tavel. There are other trips my school holds, too, like a trip to Italy for all the students who take Italian classes (I'm pretty sure that one isn't annual, though.), and a trip over to Melbourne (in Victoria, an eastern state. Sorry if you knew that already) every two years for netballers, footballers and the school debating team. The NZ trip is by far the best. It's an adventure trip *nods* Although Italy would be awesome. But you have to really commit yourself to your Italian studies, and I dropped it after year eight. That, and it would be waaay more expensive than NZ. I mean, the plane trip is, like, 20-24 hours! NZ is only about six or seven, I think.
Be like "Hi, here are some cookies. Can I ride your horse?"
Lol. I have only seen one the owner once, because the house itself is much further up the paddock, kinda hidden among trees. The most we usually see of them is a couple of little lights in the distance at night time. Oh! Oh! Oh! But that one time I saw the owner he was on a tractor spraying the paddock closest to us (which I affectionally refer to as 'my' paddock, seeing as I spend a lot of time wandering through it, and through all his other paddocks) and I told mum I was going to hop the fence and nag him about his horses and such, but she said no. Then I had a nightmare about him, in which he caught me in his paddock and tried to kill me :| I don't think the horses are broken in, though. But whatever. They are quite friendly, and they recognise me as the bringer of carrots and occasionally juicy green grass (which I rip from the backyard when my dad isn't looking) and they come down whenever I pop my head up at the fence.
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Date: 2006-10-08 12:13 pm (UTC)Oh yes. I'm one of those people who gets all excited and wants to do it when they're on the ground, but then hesitates when the moment comes. I'm one of those crazy people who giggle and scream and bounce, too. But being scared is the best part, I reckon. Adrenalin is awesome. It will be a tandem dive anyway, so I will be strapped to the instructor, and they will probably count to three and jump whether I want to or not! But I will. And most places record the jump with a video camera so you can take it home, too.
And yes - rather expensive. The place I'm looking at charge $500 if it's your first time, but then each dive after that gets cheaper and cheaper until you're experienced enough to jump on your own. That's why it's a birthday thing! Mind you, with all this NZ business, I have a feeling I may have to wait until later in the year or my next birthday to skydive, because I am busy saving for that, and my parents are going to have to help me pay for it as it is.
Do schools down by you go to NZ often? Is it like a regular school trip?
I'm not sure about other schools, but my school holds a ten-day NZ Tour every two years. It's possible schools over in the eastern states do it as well, because they're much closer to NZ, but I'm pretty sure it isn't a regular thing for schools to do over here, because I am on the west coast, and that's quite a distance to tavel. There are other trips my school holds, too, like a trip to Italy for all the students who take Italian classes (I'm pretty sure that one isn't annual, though.), and a trip over to Melbourne (in Victoria, an eastern state. Sorry if you knew that already) every two years for netballers, footballers and the school debating team. The NZ trip is by far the best. It's an adventure trip *nods*
Although Italy would be awesome. But you have to really commit yourself to your Italian studies, and I dropped it after year eight. That, and it would be waaay more expensive than NZ. I mean, the plane trip is, like, 20-24 hours! NZ is only about six or seven, I think.
Be like "Hi, here are some cookies. Can I ride your horse?"
Lol. I have only seen one the owner once, because the house itself is much further up the paddock, kinda hidden among trees. The most we usually see of them is a couple of little lights in the distance at night time. Oh! Oh! Oh! But that one time I saw the owner he was on a tractor spraying the paddock closest to us (which I affectionally refer to as 'my' paddock, seeing as I spend a lot of time wandering through it, and through all his other paddocks) and I told mum I was going to hop the fence and nag him about his horses and such, but she said no. Then I had a nightmare about him, in which he caught me in his paddock and tried to kill me :|
I don't think the horses are broken in, though. But whatever. They are quite friendly, and they recognise me as the bringer of carrots and occasionally juicy green grass (which I rip from the backyard when my dad isn't looking) and they come down whenever I pop my head up at the fence.
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