Parachuted - A Freewrite

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When I hear parachuted, of course, countless movies come to mind where the young, courageous soldier or spy parachutes beyond the enemy lines and does something courageous or gets caught and has to endure all kinds of hardships.
Or I start thinking of my brother in law who loved to parachute. if that is a word. he loved to jump out of airplanes with a parachute. Well, without, it would be a one time experience, I suppose. so, for sure, with one. Anyways, my husband also did that. But he likes to fly in little airplanes. I get sick in them. And heights make me sick too.
I actually can look out of a big airplane and I am fine - but the idea of a little two-seater is so not appealing to me. Neither is jumping out of any kind of airplane.
My husband's dad had his own airplane and one reason they only had two kids in the family is that he couldn't afford a bigger airplane. a four-seater. That was it. So, two kids were the limit for that family.
My husband learned how to fly airplanes and I believe he got his solo license when he was sixteen. But for him, it wasn't a passion like it was for his dad.
At a recent visit, his sister told us how sad she was. She really wanted to learn how to fly, but he got the lessons and couldn't care less. Yup. Different times when the boy got to fly - or go to school - or do any number of things while the girl had to look on.
When I started out, I really wanted to write about a pair of pants I had when I was young. they were made of parachute material and they lasted forever. I think I need to see if I can find something like that again. As long as they come in purple.