and she thought I'd like to do a parachute jump.
I'm not gonna tell my mother.
She won't let me do it.
So she got herself some outfit,
which, of course, it was men's.
It didn't fit at five foot two, very petite woman.
And so she had the boots were wrong,
the whole outfit was wrong,
the parachute was weighted incorrectly.
And she had to get out of the plane
and stand on the wing when it's in the air
and literally jump.
It was all too, it was all weighted incorrectly.
She was too light, the parachute didn't open properly.
It did a Roman candle, which means it didn't open,
and she landed and broke her ankle.
And she ended up with the polo ponies all watching
who'd been playing polo in the field
around where she landed.
She never did a parachute again in the whole of her life.
