When I had just graduated high school, I experienced one of the scariest moments of my life: I went skydiving. Free falling from ten thousand feet up in the air, having my cheeks up to my ears, and screaming "ahhhh!" all the way down made skydiving the most exhilarating experience of my life. Tick-tock, I can hear the time slowly go by as I wait for my turn in the lobby. "When will they call my name?" I think to myself. As my heart races, beating in a pattern of making its own music, I hear what I have dreaded. It was my turn to get ready to jump. The instructor walks in with a bright orange jump suit in hand. I thought to myself, "Am I going to jail?" The instructor sits me down and talks about the jump as I sign the paper giving up my life. The instructor decides to give a joke; "The order of the jump will be squat, pray, leap, ahh, and tada! Also spelled out to be splat." Oh the humor. Now it is time. .
Walking down the aisle to the airplane, I felt as if I was saying goodbye to the world. All the bad thoughts in my head rushed in, clouding all the positive thoughts, even though I knew it was too late to back out now. I double checked everything one last time before I jumped from ten thousand feet up in the air as they open the doors to the world. It was my turn to jump. I crawled towards the doors and felt the rush of air hitting my skin. "Three, two, one jump!" is all I heard, as the instructor tried to push me out of the doors. Sitting in the open door of an airplane and looking down put me in a unique state of arousal. I was sitting in the door, facing out with my left foot on a little step, while my right foot just dangled. My head rushed with ideas of what will be the last thing I think of if this goes wrong. Nothing came to mind. All I could think about was the negative thoughts; "what if I pass out?, what if the parachute does not open?, what if I cannot land?" Staring directly at the open doors on the plane, I felt as if I was going to be jumping into the belly of the beast.