Sky Diving Man

Dangerous Sports Of Colorado: Sky-diving, Mountain-climbing, And River-Rafting

Sky Diving The most fun you can have is by jumping out of a plane at 30, 000 ft. I remember the nerve-racking flight with all of its light jostles, the discomfort of the goggles, the sweat pouring off my forehead. My heart was thumping like a jacket rabbit. But your heart suddenly stops when the man or woman opens the airlock door, and you end up saying "What the hell?" just loud enough for the person you're with to hear. On normal 747s that door is supposed to remain shut at all times to sustain cabin preasure. You can't help but worry that the plane is going to start dropping in altitude and everyone on board is going to crash into the Earth in a big ball of flames. Then there is the rush of standing in front of the open door, waiting for the courage to step off into a vacuum of thin air. That vacuum ends up feeling like an uncontrollable force shooting you toward the ground at an unbelievable rate. But then, when you've opened your arms and stretched out your legs, you feel like Aladdin descending on his magic carpet. Everything just seemed to slow down, and the only sound I could hear was the wind whipping through my clothes. I thought, everyone I knew was right, it does feel like being on a different planet. Before I knew it, it was time. My parachute opened - much to my relief. The next thing I knew, I felt like I had just been shot out of a cannon. I think that might be easier on my body. The wind blew my chute open and blew me like 30 feet back up within a second, pulling on my harness so much so fast, I felt like my limbs were going to tear off. Finally, when my feet touched the ground, I couldn't help the rush of adrenaline that swept over me. I whooped and screamed like a madman. I wanted to go right back into that plane and do it all over again.