My Future Life Story

Unfortunately, the weather wasn't brilliant that weekend and many weekends after, so I didn't actually get to jump until 5th November. Which gives me another reason to always 'remember, remember the 5th November'. I can tell you now there is no chance of me forgetting my first jump. It was AMAZING! I did a static line jump, which basically means that I go up in a small plane and as I jump out, a static line (A bit of cord) pulls my parachute out for me and then I take it to the ground. You have to walked out on to a ledge on the outside of the plane and hold on to a pole. When the instructor yells 'GO!' you're supposed to jump, I have to admit it took a while for the message to register. I held onto that pole for dear life! When I eventually let go, I didn't really jump off, I fell off. I might of screamed a little too and I kept looking up waiting for my parachute to open! After about 5 agonising seconds I see the parachute above my head and start to relax. Sort of. It was such an amazing experience and one I highly recommend. It's just you 1000's of feet above everyone else. When the time came for landing I got nervous again but I had no need, I landed smoothly on my feet :). Everyone who completed their first jump got a certificate :). I won't be able to jump again until after Christmas, but I plan on doing lots in summer and hopefully in a few years I'll be fully qualified! How cool is that?!