Falling From 14,000 Feet
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I finally did it. I jumped from a moving airplane at 14,000 feet. Yes, I skydived!
On June 26th, my friend, Shannon, bartered for free gift certificates for two people at Skydive New England. She chose me to go with her, and I couldn't refuse (even though I was a little hesitant to do it). Normally it would cost about $190 to jump, plus $125 for the video and roll of film. So we were each saving $190. Great deal!
We had been planning on going for a couple of weeks, when one day we were talking and made the decision to go there very next day, June 26th.
She picked me up around , and we drove up to
In the main building we saw some of the instructors and other employees. All the guys were walking around shirtless, displaying their tattoos and piercings. The women all were slim and fit, with their own share of piercing and tattoos. It felt like a very laid-back atmosphere. I would have felt right at home if it were not for the pit in my stomach from knowing that I’d be soon jumping out of a plane with only two parachutes between me and death.
After our 15 minute training (we were jumping tandem so we didn’t require that much) Shannon and I tried to relax for another 2-3 hours as we waited for the next plane to go up. Right before they called our names I sprinted about 100 yards to get the blood pumping in me.
Herber was to be the guy on my back. He’s from
I dropped the $125 to get the video and film. I figure I’m only going to virgin skydive once so I might as well get it on video. I’m glad I did too. They did a quick interview before we got on the pickup that brought us to the plane. I didn’t know what to say. I was in “don’t think about anything because if you do it will turn to fear” mode.
As we boarded the plane, I was thinking “My God, I am really doing this”. I was told I’d go first, and I was glad. I’d rather go first than have to see the fear on
The inside of the plane was very small. The interior height was only about 5’3”, and I had to duck quite a bit to walk. The width of the interior was about 4’-5’, and there was one padded bench running along each side of the plane. There were no seatbelts, and as we ascended with the door of the plane wide open to cool us off (it was 90+°F on the ground), I kept asking “Should I be buckled in?”, and the response from Herber was always “No, you’re fine” attached with a smile.
I immediately followed
I remember the wind screaming against my face, lifting up my arms and legs. I remember Mike, the videographer, grabbing my hand to make us spin around. I remember seeing the ground below me, but it didn’t seem like it was getting any closer. I remember feeling exhilarated. I can’t compare the experience to anything else.
All of a sudden I felt a tremendous jerk as the parachute deployed. Freefall was over, and now we were gliding in. I was able to take in the views. It was all very peaceful. Off in the distance I could see the White Mountains of New Hampshire. In the other direction I could see the blueness of the
We landed about 10 minutes later. Even though we came in hard, and I bruised my tailbone due to landing on my rear, I was so ecstatic in front of the camera at the bottom. It was an awesome journey and I would do it everyday if I had the money. If you’ve never tried it, I highly recommend it!