A bucket list is a list of tasks
someone desires to accomplish before they “kick the bucket” or “die.”
Personally, I have a pretty typical bucket list, but I’m not ashamed of that.
My bucket list is made up of thrilling things that will cause adrenaline to
pump through my veins like gasoline in the engine of a muscle car’s engine.
Join the infantry. I’m currently in
the U.S. Army National Guard. My unit is the 106th Army Band, out of
North Little Rock, Arkansas. Being in a band is honest work, but it’s nothing
like the rush of constantly walking around with the possibility of getting my
face blown off, while also getting to serve the country.
Go skydiving. I’ve always wanted to
go skydiving. Jumping out of a plane and free-falling until pulling a parachute
and gently gliding down to Earth? Count me in.
Become level four combatives
certified, another Army related task. Combatives is just the Army way of saying
mixed martial arts. Level four is the highest you can be, thus granting you the
title of “Bad Mammajamma.”
Swim with sharks (in one of those
cages). I really enjoy animals, and sharks are like the hungry bullies of the
sea. So majestic yet terrifying at the same time.
Own a Dodge Challenger. What American male wouldn’t want to
own a Dodge Challenger? They are amazing. A Challenger is like testosterone on
wheels. It definitely has to be my dream car.
Hopefully before my body reaches its
expiration date, I’ll be able to cross a couple of these items off the list.
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