I've wanted to go skydiving since I was 18 but it just never happened. As the years passed, I got scared that I'd be too scared to do it. So when S asked me if I wanted to do risk expiring, I jumped at the opportunity. "I'm going to jump out of a plane"- it's not exactly a thought that inspires tranquility, so I did what I do best, I ignored it 🙂. Despite what you might think, suppression is indeed a healthy coping mechanism. I was surprisingly calm during our climb to 10,000 ft. and didn't really process what I was about to do until the plane door opened. Whoosh! There's nothing like the sound of your impending death to really center you. From this point everything moved mad fast. Next thing I know S's body has disappeared into the void of blue, my feet are on the edge of a plane and plop.
The first 5 seconds were horrid. I didn't mean to, but instinct had me close my eyes. It felt like the drop of a rollercoaster but without having anything to hold on to. Back in the office I got a chance to watch my footage and all I could see was me kicking my feet. Talk about fight and flight. Post 5 secs though, it was the best! Yes, the free fall was great, but no one ever talks about how awesome (and yes that painfully overused word is justified here) the parachute descent is! Not even for the calm, but my instructor and I started doing parachute tricks (who knew that was a thing??!) Spins and suspensions, it was absolutely fantastic. I don't have any proof though because I was too cheap to pay for any of the photo or video packages lol. Luckily S cares more for her memories so I have these:
Final verdict: 10/10 would do it again. Somewhere more tropical looking though. As much as I love SoCal, the farmlands of Camarillo aren't the final view I'd like to fantasize about.