This is my grandma, Cindi:

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Cindi is eighty years old, lives in a retirement home in Texas, and a couple of weeks ago, she went skydiving. Let me say that again: my eighty-year-old grandmother went skydiving.






Toby wants to go skydiving for his 30th birthday in February, and even though I've been bungee jumping, I've been going back and forth between how I feel about flinging my body off a plane and free falling through the air. But now it appears I don't have a choice. It's in my genes!




So what have you done with your life lately?

Happy Tuesday =]

P.S. Here's a newspaper article about the skydiving adventure.

(Pictures not taken by me - working on figuring out the credit)