Not quite two years ago, I went on a fantastic adventure. During the 2017 spring break I vacationed to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico with a couple of my friends. We did many enjoyable things during our stay. My friends and I went on the beach, swam in the ocean and humongous pool, explored the city, went four-wheeling up the mountains, and many other exciting things. Of all of that we did over the course of the trip, my favorite activity was going skydiving.
My Skydiving Experience
It all started as a joke. There was a skydiving business stationed not more than a couple hundred feet from our resort, which got us interested. The two brothers I was staying with begged their parents to do it, but naturally, the parents did not trust the sketchy skydiving business in a foreign country, nor did they want their children falling from the sky like a meteor. For a few days it was just something we’d talk about while relaxing on the beach.
But, it turns out the parents had been researching the idea and had seriously taken it into account. They sprung this idea back onto us out of nowhere; showing us the good reviews and even GoPro footage from the business’ website. I was beyond excited. The next day we walked into the building to book the event. It was actually happening!
The morning of the skydiving was full of emotions, mostly my obvious nervousness and extreme excitement. It could not have been a more perfect day.
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The sky was clear and the weather was near perfect. We arrived at the building rather early in the morning. The staff members gave us a run through of the procedure, got us strapped into our harnesses, and ushered us into a bus to transport us to the airport. Although the bus ride was probably only a few miles, it felt like an eternity. When we finally arrived at the airport our group was casually brought through security. After that we followed the professional skydivers to a very small and somewhat shabby plane. It only containing a few benches for seating. By this time, my nerves really started to kick in. The instructor gave us a few last instructions and reminded us of the vital procedures, and then, we were off!
The plane ride was both nerve-racking and exciting. The views from the plane were magnificent. We were flying over the ocean for several minutes, climbing higher and higher in an effort to reach the necessary altitude. From the small, worn-out windows we could see the beautiful coastline, with mountains, buildings, and neighborhoods in the background. The beachgoers looked like ants. Our instructor was periodically informing us of our altitude and estimated time until we would jump, the anticipation was killing me. After just a few more minutes of soaring closer to the clouds, our plane had finally reached about 12,000 feet, it was go time! One of the instructors opened up the wide door of our miniature airplane, letting a loud gust of cold wind into the airplane. Despite the noise, I could still hear my heart beating at a million beats per second. Just to my luck, I was told to go first. I glanced over at my friends and smirked, although I was extremely nervous on the inside. I stood up from the bench, walked near the opening, and stopped. After taking a deep breath and getting an all clear, I jumped! The feeling of exiting a moving airplane is something I cannot describe. The free fall was without a doubt the most exhilarating 60 seconds of my entire life. I felt as if I was flying, or as if I was a meteorite crashing down towards earth at near mach speeds. I have never felt freedom quite like that. Once I reached a certain altitude, the parachute was pulled, and the intensity of the free fall had ended. It was suddenly quiet and I could sense my heart rate was slowly dropping to the normal level. I was a balloon floating in the air, weightless and sinking peacefully towards sea level, with my feet dangling far above the ocean water. This stage of the fall was quite enjoyable. I had a gorgeous view of the beach, mountains, and city from thousands of feet above. While hanging from the parachute, I did a couple tricks as well. By pulling hard on one of the steering handles, I would spin like a ceiling fan, faster or slower depending on the force of which I pulled. As I looked about, I could see the other skydivers scattered across the sky. I was no longer nervous. Only joy and excitement filled my body. As we got closer and closer to the beach, I knew my time in the air was coming to an end. I tried to soak it all in while I still could. Eventually, we got close enough to where I could see my friend’s parents taking pictures and waving from down below, as well as a blue “X” laid on the beach signifying where we were to land. My tandem instructor did a superb job of aiming our parachute to the “X”. The landing was about as soft and meticulous as I could have imagined.
Despite being saddened that my time falling from the sky had come to an end, I also felt relieved to be back on the ground. This event is something I will never forget. In my experiences, the feeling is something that is paralleled by no other. And unlike many other people, I can truthfully say that it is crossed off of my bucket list!
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