Essay on skydiving

You see I am that type of person who is afraid of acting against the gravity, so I never wanted to be above the ground, well except when swimming. And again, (before my first time skydiving) if I was asked to choose between skydiving and Wifi, I would go for Wifi. On this day, John passes by my place and straight we head out, mission skydiving.

The engines kicks real hard and we are on the runway at 160 km/hr. I look down and the view of the beautiful landscape is clear from above. The engine becomes even louder and the wind blows through. John tells me that we are not jumping until we reach 10, 000 ft above the ground.

The ladies goes first, and we follow. The wind quickly sweeps me off and this is where I start freaking out. My heart starts to beat faster, my body starts shaking, my breath starts falling short and I can feel my knees trembling and getting weak. For a moment, I thought about death and looking down, planet earth view is clear.

John holds my shoulder and whispers, “Everything will be okay, stay focused and follow my lead.Once we jump, I want you to relax and don’t fight the feeling, take a deep breath and wait until I tap your shoulder where you will raise your hands like you are saying I surrender and fold both legs behind me. Got it.” I surely nodded and said yes.