For my 18th birthday I decided I wanted to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. If you have never gone skydiving you will never understand the rush of it all. I was to do a static line jump. This means I jump out of the airplane alone with a rope tied to the parachute that pulls it open.

I was the first of 4 to jump that day. The instructor opened the small door of the plane and the wind was insane. Step 1, climb out the door and grab on to the wing strut with 100 mph + winds making the skin on my face flap. Step 2 hang from the strut and look over at the instructor for the thumbs up as I am dangling from the wing. Step 3 … Release ! I remember my neck snapping back as the static line ripped the chute out of my pack.. then I blacked out for a few seconds… then I remember grabbing at my emergency release… I think I was in shock.. then I looked up and my chute lines were twisted- (like a kid that swung in circles on a swing) I pulled the lines apart and everything seemed ok.

After all that it was a hell of a view and a great decent down, floating through the air, it was so quite and peaceful. Adrenaline pumping … As I neared the ground. I had a rough landing - I twisted my ankle and layed on the ground. What a ride.

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