Flashback Friday: Sweeeeet Sixteen

In addition to the typical privileges that come when turning 16 (driving and dating in my case), the Brown kids got a little something extra. SKYDIVING! Daredevil-ness runs in our blood. I skydived just about every Saturday with my dad until I broke my arm my senior year in high school (no, I didn't break it skydiving--that would be from cheerleading). There's nothing like it. From our first jump, we were on our own (not hooked up with an instructor). It was thrilling. Unfortunately, I haven't been since, but Cliff would love to. I guess I'm a little more hesitant these days, having a husband and child, and all. Perhaps we'll get up there again.