In celebration of his 70th birthday, my Dad decided to go sky diving today. For the first time in his life.
His reaction? "I don't know why I waited seventy years to do that!"
That's my Dad. Couldn't be more proud.
This week's four line poem topic: sky diving. I've gone twice myself and I highly recommend it to anyone that has not given it a go.
Leaping from a perfectly good plane
Is more than just a little insane;
But I must confess with a slight blush
That it gives you one hell of a rush.