Kawarau Bridge - Bungee jumping

At first I was going to pass on this prompt. I mean, some of us were born with athletic bones or at least with the heart of an athlete. The rest of us were not. This person (me) was born with the bones and the heart of the observer.
But then I remember bungee jumping. Now being afraid of water I would never jump over water. The idea of splatting in the water is enough to give me heart failure. If I splatted on solid ground it would be just the sudden stop, no water rushing over you and up your nose.
One time a few years back a bungee jumping company was in town. The jump was only from a crane but still high enough for a thrill. Also plenty high to know if further jumping adventures would be in the future. So my sister and I had a pact. On Mother's Day, we would go jump.
Well she chickened out. I was still going but my husband refused to let me. Come to find out, he was only agreeable in the first place because he thought I was joking. I was so serious about trying the jump.
Now I can't jump. I have an electrical impulse problem with my heart rate and I think the adrenaline of a jump would send me over the top. But can you imagine how it must feel to fly through the air? I want to parachute, too. Our oldest jumps and he offered to do a piggyback with me. I was so excited. If you guessed my lovely spouse rejected that idea also, you would be right. O well. I guess keeping my feet on the ground has some advantages.