The wildest thing I have ever done is to jump out of an airplane without a parachute. I didn't plan to do it; I simply had a flashing thought and responded without contemplation.
As I was dropping like a stone toward the ground I wondered, "How is this going to end?" I hit the ground feet first, squatting like a frog. At that instant I heard the sound of something being torn apart and thought to myself, "That's the sound of my muscles ripping. Death is near."
But instead of the welcoming sound of angels singing, the sound of giggles greeted me, the sound of very earthly giggles. As consciousness slowly returned to my foggy brain, I realized that I had ripped the seat of my trousers, revealing my bright red briefs for all the world to see. The world at that moment consisted of four female colleagues standing beside the pane out of which I had just jumped.
How did I survive such a horrendous ordeal? The plane was on the tarmac and my fall was all of four feet.