Bastante Chica (name changed to protect identity.. and because I thought the SpanishDict translation of 'pretty girl' was really funny) : Me too! We should go sometime.
Me: Ok, let's go.
Bastante Chica: Great. Sometime this summer.
Me: How about next week.... on the eighth.
Bastante Chica: Oh..... umm... yea. On the eighth it is.
And so it was.
Surprisingly it wasn't half as scary as I thought it'd be. Bastante Chica and I got to the place, signed our lives away and sat in a broken down room watching a three minute video about skydiving. The video was sure to emphasize - we already signed our lives away. Under no conditions (even incompetance, death, injury, etc.) could we sue. And if we did die and our parents sued, there's no chance that they could win.
So that covers that.
The next hour was all waiting for clouds to clear. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as we sat in the boiling hot sun staring at the sky. The clouds still didn't clear.
A few more people filed in and for some God unkown reason started taking their clothes off while they waited. The clouds moved a little. We sat and stared at eachother for a while.
Finally we got the go ahead and filed into the 'loading area'. Just two girls and a bunch of skydive fanatics getting ready for a jump. Thankfully the barely clothed people stayed on the ground and Bastante Chica was the only person who wasn't a pro skydiver gettingon the plane with me. On my back I wore Monkey, my tandem skydiving expert (don't ask about the name). We all hopping in the itty bitty aircraft and sat awkwardly between each other's legs. Monkey kept talking to me about the area, pointing out the sights. Waving to Conneticut.
Which is when it hit me- I was going to jump out of a plane from 10,000+ feet. With no safety net below me.
And I'm sure my face went a little white because the camera guy chose that precise moment to turn around and ask how I felt.
"Ummm. A little scared."
From then on I pushed the thought out of my head completely. I was going to jump out of a plane and there was no use in getting riled up over it.
Nothing except the fun of being in a mini-plane went through my mind the rest of the ride.
Until people started disappearing out of the side of the plane.
No warning, no excitement. Just bodies being sucked out into the open air. And then BAM. I was staring at the ground 12,000 feet below with a Monkey on my back. A split second later I was hurtling towards the ground feeling, surprisingly, safe. The harness is so tight that you don't feel half as scared as you should. It's almost like being in a little blanket while watching the world come closer and closer.
Until woooooooosh out pops the parachute and down you float.
Sounds pretty calm right?
Just look at the video. Even though my brain didn't feel it, turns out my body sort of spazzed in the air. Arms wigglings, legs flailing, sheer terror all over my face.