Do you know what
adrenaline is? The dictionary defines the word as a hormone that the body produces in response to extreme physical or mental stress, as from fear or injury. But I want to know – do you know what it
really is?! It was May 20, 2006. I woke up at 5:00 AM. I couldn’t get back to sleep. After driving almost two hours to our destination for the day, I arrived with mixed emotions: excitement, fear, and anxiety. Within minutes I was filling out a waiver, or, in reality, signing my life away.

I sat in anticipation almost 20 minutes waiting for the others to arrive. There were 10 of us who had made the bold decision to go skydiving. The adventure was underway. We began with a brief introduction to the tiny aircraft

that would soon be lifting us off the ground and soaring to 10,500 feet, which is about 2 miles!

Next the instructor gave us a quick lesson in some of the important body positions crucial to a safe jump and successful landing. I nervously practiced arching my back and stretching my arms. We then saw some of the gear needed to jump, including the jumpsuits, sky caps, goggles, and straps. Some of the parachutes were being rolled right in front of us!
Several others had jumped without any major complications before I suited up.

I climbed into the straps that would be the only chords attaching me to the instructor and the parachute. I also tried on the sky cap and goggles. Before long, my instructor called me over, and we walked toward the runway. Only 4 people, packed like sardines, and the pilot fit into the miniature plane. The only seat in the plane held the pilot. The switches and cables were exposed, and during our morning briefing, we were instructed not to touch anything. I sat next to the tiny flap door, which hadn’t completely closed when we lifted off of the ground.

A seat belt from the floor held me in place.
“What have I gotten myself into?!” I thought. Within a few feet from the ground, the door was closed, and we had lifted off. The Cessna 182 - N7105E had a rocky climb to the first 1000 feet. The plane wobbled and shook, and the noise from the wind made it extremely difficult to hear the few other jumpers inside, seated less than a few feet away from me. As I peered out the window, the altimeter’s measurement rose, and the distance between the ground and us widened.
My smile continued throughout our ascent, but it was no secret that I was terrified, petrified, and scared to death! At about 9000 feet, I had to unfasten my seat belt and climb onto my knees. My instructor was ready to fasten himself onto my back. This jump would be tandem, which is a term to describe “one behind the other.” Once we were attached, the door flew open, and before I knew it, I was trying to climb out onto the step just above the wheel of the plane. My heart was pounding, and my face filled with fear and trepidation. I gripped the door frame as the high winds blew at my feet.
Before I had much more time to think about what was actually happening or about to happen, the instructor pushed us out into thin air, and we fell into the wind. My head was pulled back, and I arched my belly and hips as I looked out into the horizon. Within three to five seconds, our bodies accelerated from 0-120 mph. It was like nothing else I have ever experienced. We fell past the clouds; I continued checking the altimeter a few times. And when it read 6000 feet, I knew what I had to do. I’d been instructed to pull the parachute cord, only… I couldn't find it! I frantically felt around my right leg in a few moments of panic. It was hard to breathe falling at such a high speed, and I certainly didn’t want the goggles to fly off my face.
Within a few seconds, my instructor successfully pulled the cord, and the parachute shot out of the backpack strapped behind us. I felt my legs spring almost 180 degrees and my feet fall toward the ground. Once the chute was completely opened, we slowed down considerably, and the view was incredible.

It was exceptionally beautiful, like nothing else I have seen or felt before.

It was as if we were floating through the atmosphere, and the world was ours. My instructor told me we’d slowed down from about 120 mph to about 10 mph. It was a serene ride as the wind carried us toward the drop zone.
After a 20 to 25-minute ascent, and a mere 8-9 minute descent, our feet and bodies touched down, and we were back on the ground.

Gravity had done its job and brought us home. A van picked us up and carried us back near the runway. My body was still oozing with adrenaline as I shouted in excitement to my friends anxiously awaiting their turns to jump. I wonder what
they’ll think…