I decided to go parachuting, because, why not? Jumping out of a plane seemed like the ultimate adrenaline rush. The training was quick, the gear was on, and before I knew it, I was sitting at the open door of the plane, 10,000 feet above the ground, questioning all my life choices.
The instructor gave me the signal, and I jumped—straight into a whirlwind of pure panic. The freefall was an incredible rush, but also terrifying. My mind was screaming, "What am I doing?!" as the wind rushed past me. I honestly don’t remember most of it, just a blur of sky and the thought that I might never see the ground again.
But then, the parachute deployed, and everything slowed down. The panic faded, and I could actually appreciate the view of the earth below. It was breathtaking… and terrifying. Landing, however, was a whole different story. Let’s just say I fell a little harder than expected and face-planted into the grass.
Would I do it again? Absolutely. But next time, I’ll maybe skip the panic.
What’s your most memorable parachuting moment?