In 1998, I made a list of things that I wanted to do/accomplish in my lifetime. One of those things was skydiving. I didn't pursue it, but it was always in the back of my mind. On my 40th birthday, I was rearing to go but it didn't work out. So, I decided that as long as I was still 40 that it counted. Friday, June 11th was to be the day. I was a little concerned at first because I have anxiety issues, but once I talked to an instructor I felt much more at ease. I was afraid that falling out of a plane would feel like going down that first hill on a roller coaster, and I hate that feeling.
I was actually not nervous at all in the two weeks or days leading up to the jump, nor was I nervous on the way there. I was excited and had butterflies. In the facility, guys were preparing their parachutes and acting very nonchalantly. My instructor had jumped over 3,000 times. Hard not to feel confident in those circumstances.
I was very calm going up in the plane though it seemed to take forever to reach the altitude of 12,000 feet. We only did a freefall for 40 seconds. I liked that part the best. All I could say was "Holy Shit!" Now I know why birds are so happy. The ride down in the parachute was very peaceful. We could see bodies of water and even Kentucky. We had to land on our butts because the wind wasn't strong enough. Fine by me, I just had to make sure that I kept my legs straight and up so they wouldn't get caught under the instructor's. I am so glad that I did it. Who knows, maybe I will go solo some day.
D bought me this t-shirt and necklace. The necklace has a parachute pin on it. The parachute pin is the thing that closes the parachute. When you deploy, it moves the pin so the parachute can come out.