It sucked. I hated going up. I hated going down. I hated the parachute being pulled, because it yanked my tater tots. I hated all of it. Except the landing, where I put both my palms on the ground and thanked anyone and everyone for being there to witness it. Meanwhile an eleven-year-old girl who landed ten feet away loved every second of the experience. I hated it, but I had done it. I made a promise and I fulfilled it. A Lannister always pays his debts. I could never ask God for another favor if I hadn’t fulfilled the previous one.
Ha!
