Stepping into my harness, I strapped the parachute on to my back like a pro. Well, I already had 64 skydives under my belt, and now, in April 1995, I was ready for number 65.
By my side were my skydive instructor boyfriend Joe, then 33, and two other jumpers.
I'd started my jumping journey two years earlier, in 1993, meeting Joe shortly after at the centre.
We hit it off, bonding over our love of the adrenaline buzz and hit of endorphins.
Life was busy.
I was a nurse, and had three sons, Aaron, then 9, Matthew, 7, and Alex, 4, while Joe had a daughter, Natalie, 14.
Jumping out of planes was my way of relaxing – it gave me a sense of freedom, physical and mental strength,…
