Oh yeah, well I jumped out a plane!!

At 9:00 am this morning, I jumped out of a plane...willingly. I didn't get nervous until I saw the small plane that they were going to throw me out of. Then reality began to sink in and I thought, "Why am I doing this again?" I let my instructor know that I throw up when nervous, so I carried a baggie with me as my air sick bag. I tried to think happy thoughts, which were replaced with a round of Hail Marys when the plane actually took off. When the plane's side opened up I was shaking all over and terrified-this was not natural. God did not intend for people to do this. I had a moment of panic as I flung myself out of the plane. Then the free fall before we pulled the shoot was actually pretty amazing. I really thought that not being in control would ruin it for me, but I was glad one of us knew what we were doing because I really didn't remember any of the techniques we learned in our 20 minutes of "training" and I could let go and enjoy the ride. After he pulled the shoot, we slowly drifted down and it was ironically peaceful. It was very calm and quiet 7,000 feet in the air! The view was something you can't appreciate while sitting and looking out of a plane's window. Looking straight down was scary and made me queasy, so I stuck to taking in the view around as he pointed out places of interest. After a little while though, I was ready to be back on the ground and was thankful for a easy landing. It took a little while for me to get my land legs back, so I parked it on the ground with my "air sick" baggie for a few minutes. The group that was waiting to go next waited to hear what I would say and all I could utter was, "Well, there's another thing I can check off my list." It was both the dumbest yet most amazing experience of my life yet. Would I do it again? HELL NO. Was it worth it, YES. I can't believe I jumped out of a plane....