Once upon a time, hidden between the twists and turns of the mighty Mississippi River, lay the mystical state of AR - a place also known by its earthly name Arkansas. This charming grove of a place was a world teeming with delightful oddities and panoplies of thrilling activities, but none more exhilarating than the adrenaline-pumping sport of Sky Diving! Now, the children of AR were not your average run-of-the-mill lot. Their adventurous spirits were as lofty as the Ozark Mountains, and their courage was as deep as the Hot Springs. These were the kids who could touch the sky, quite literally, because they were the participants of the Sky Diving Squad, or as they liked to call themselves, The Sky-High Hoppers! Their temperamental leader was a freckled ten-year-old named Timmy Tumbleweed. Timmy was a sprightly lad with hair as red as Arkansas tomatoes, and a laugh that could scare away the black bears. He was known for his wild, whooping somersaults in the open sky and his peculiar love for pickled okra. Every Saturday, The Sky-High Hoppers would gather at the crack of dawn, their eyes twinkling with excitement brighter than the diamonds of Crater of Diamonds State Park. With Timmy Tumbleweed leading the pack and his faithful sidekick, a talking raccoon named Rocky, they would suit up in their colorful gear, looking like an array of parrots ready to take on the sky. As they would leap from the plane into the vast, cotton-candy clouds, their laughter would echo across the Natural State, filling the air with joy and wonder. Yes, Sky Diving in AR was not just a sport, it was a rite of passage, a celebration of courage, and most importantly, a whole lot of fun!