Free Wheelin

So what does skydiving feel like?

In no way are my words and sad attempt at a description gonna even touch the feeling of it, but when I am 80 I want to be able to look back and laugh at how crazy I once was.

First and foremost I must say that I was extremely calm through the whole situation, which surprised me and made me wonder if there might be some psychologically wrong with me. I was about to jump out of a plane shouldn't I have been panicking? I wasn't. I cracked a joke about jumping out of a plane as we reached 10,000 feet. Maybe I am crazy.

I remember standing at the door of the plane taking one look and then shutting my eyes. For some unknown reason, I couldn't watch as we jumped off. I trusted my barefoot instructor to get us out of the plane safely. Once we started to free fall, I opened my eyes. There was an instant thought of, "Oh no....What did I do?" I lost my stomach a few times as we changed directions. My heart skipped some beats. It was hard to breath. It was hard to grasp what was taking place. And then, it was pure joy. I could not stop saying how awesome it was flying through the sky, looking down on the patchwork world below. I was so utterly happy that I had done it.

The best part is when the parachute opens, well right after. The harness between the legs doesn't feel magnificent when the chute tops. Then, you just glide and look at how amazing the world looks from 14,000 feet minus the distance you free fell. It is something that I will never be able to forget, but never be able to fully put into words. It was amazing!

And I am glad I had someone crazy enough to go with me!