Ayah was a jumper. From the time she had been born, she had been finding the edges of her beds and cribs and fearlessly crawling or walking or jumping off of them. It drove her mother crazy, that she seemed to have no regard for her own safety. Ayah loved the jumps, though, the adrenaline rush, the knowledge that despite the fear in her belly she would be okay (she only jumped from things she knew she would be okay from). For her fourth birthday party, Ayah requested that they have her party in an airplane that would fly over Rochester. Her mother, being generally amazing and loving, agreed. They outfitted the plane, brought aboard ten of Ayah’s best friends, and stowed the cake in an overhead compartment.
When they were directly over Rochester, they brought out the cake, and immediately upon blowing out the candles, Ayah opened up the door to the airplane and jumped out. Everyone gasped with worry and her mother nearly fainted, but as they watched an enormous parachute with a picture of a tiger opened up, and Ayah glided down to land on the roof of the Kodak building, fearless as ever and now four years old.
Written on 9/27/15 at the Ontario Beach Park Pier for a little daredevil