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I’m waiting on getting the footage to my skydive in the proper format so I can edit it on my mac and put it up on YouTube… but until then, I can share my experience with you here.

I went with Corey Vidal. Random to say the least. I really appreciated him coming along because if I had to do it all alone it would’ve been even more uncomfortable than it already was.

Our friend Sammah came along, too. He didn’t dive. He was there to drive, record and for moral support

So this is how it went down:

We drive there all together. It was about an hour away. We talk about several things, listen to music, and I proceed to distract myself however I could from the intense panic attack that was trying to pull itself over me.

We arrive. We walk around the airport area looking for the skydive office.

As we’re walking around I’m basically repeating to myself in my head over and over “I’m going to jump from a plane. I’m going to jump from a plane. I’m going to…”

We find the office. Introduce ourselves and begin to fill out the paperwork.

I review the contract. “Please write your initials next to all of the following…”

What follows? About two pages of everything that could possibly go wrong.

Second thoughts.

Breathe. Breathe. Okay. Okay. “I’M GOING TO JUMP OUT OF A PLANE! I’M GOING TO JUMP OUT OF A PLANE! I”M GOING TO…”

I initialed the fuck out of that contract and stopped reading what I was signing after the first paragraph.

“Okay, so who’s going first?”

Corey looks at me and smiles.

You son of bitch.

They gear me up as they talk about the jumps they have to do tomorrow.

I’m here getting geared up into what could possibly be the last thing I’m EVER geared up into… and they’re nonchalantly discussing the jumps that are going to occur after mine.

I’m thinking…

“WHAT IF THIS IS THE LAST JUMP EVER!? WHAT IF WE DIE!? How could you be talking about tomorrow!? Stop talking! Concentrate on keeping me alive!”

We walk up to the plane. The teeny tiny plane that looks like it was put together with cardboard and spare panels of wood.

“WHAT THE CRAP IS THAT!?”

We get into the plane. No seats. We sit on the floor all jammed together… just barely fitting in.

Originally the fear was jumping out of the plane. Now the fear was that the plane will fall apart midair before we even get the chance.

Well, at least I know we’re already attached to parachutes.

We take off. The heart starts to pound. We fly around for a bit. I calm down as I take in the scenery. It’s relaxing. I almost forget that we are going to jump out of this damn thing.

I quickly remember when my tandem dude starts to give me instructions.

“Okay, when I tap you you’re going to swing your legs out the door and just hang there till I jump. After I jump you will cross your arms and pull your body back into an arch…” says the tandem dude.

“Okay, okay, okay ::breathing heavy::: okay, okay, okay…” says me.

He swings the door open. I throw my legs out. I look down at the miniature streets and houses.

I am mentally paralyzed. My mouth suddenly becomes completely dry from panicking. I will do anything this friggen tandem dude tells me to do… just don’t let me die!

He’s about to jump. I look back at Corey with my fear stricken eyes. He seems to be enjoying my agony. You motherfu…

We jump.

It doesn’t really feel like we jumped from a plane.

But I know we did.

“HOLY CRAP! OMG! OKAY! OKAY! WHEN IS THE PARACHUTE OPENING!? WHEN DOES THAT HAPPEN!? AHHH…”

Tandem dude opens the parachute.

Rather than feeling like we were no longer free falling… it was more like he stopped the wind. Very odd.

In a split second it goes from SUPER INTENSE to… quiet and calm. As if there was just a hurricane and now suddenly it was sunny and perfect outside.

Just floating in the sky.

We’re safe. We’re weightless. It’s actually pretty awesome. I feel okay.

But OWWWW why does the damn harness have to dig into my leg so much!?!?!?!?

Other than that… light as feather… free as a bird. Amazing.

We land. A light bump to the dirt floor. Like we just fell back onto it by accident rather than jumped from 6,500 feet in the air.

I did it. It’s done.

I can now say I’ve gone skydiving. And it was hella fun.

But um… no I don’t think I’ll be doing it again.

Oh yeah, and Corey landed safely, too.