It was my 40th birthday, 2012. The world didn't end because of the Mayan calendar thing that in fact, never predicted the end of the world at all. So that's probably a good thing.
Being a milestone birthday, it seemed like a fine idea to get onboard a tiny airplane and jump out of it. It may not have been such a good idea after all, but I went into it with plenty of unearned optimism.
