Have you ever jumped out of a plane? Well, I did. Yeah, I really did.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this recurring dream: floating in the air like a feather, weightless and free. It was the kind of dream that made you wake up smiling, wishing you could hold on to that feeling forever. So one day, when my friends suggested we try skydiving, I thought, Why not turn the dream into reality?
We booked a tandem dive because, I wasn’t brave enough to try a solo free fall. Tandem meant someone experienced would be strapped to me, handling all the complicated stuff, while I just held on for dear life. Even so, the idea of hurtling toward the earth at breakneck speed gave me butterflies from the moment we made the decision.
The Morning of the Dive
The company instructed us to arrive early for a half-day session. The morning was a blur of training how to position your body, what to do in an emergency, and a lot of pep talks from the instructors. My heart was racing, my hands clammy.
After the session, the team started dressing me in the gear, harness, helmet, goggles. Each buckle and strap felt like it was sealing my fate. Then, the moment arrived. A small plane rolled onto the runway and stopped in front of us. My stomach dropped.
Before boarding, they recorded a short video. I must have looked terrified, but I forced a shaky smile and waved at the camera. “I’m doing this,” I kept telling myself.
The Ascent
The plane took off, climbing higher and higher into the sky. My nerves were in overdrive. The earth below shrank, turning into a patchwork quilt of greens and browns. My thoughts ran wild: Should I back out? Should I go through with this?At 9,000 feet above sea level, my instructor leaned in and yelled over the roar of the engine, “It’s time!”
The Jump
Time seemed to slow as I shuffled toward the open door of the plane. The wind was deafening, whipping against my face. My instructor gave me a final nudge, and I let myself fall.
For a split second, the fear evaporated, replaced by pure, unadulterated awe. I was weightless, suspended in the sky. The clouds enveloped me, soft and white like cotton candy. I remembered the dream, the dream of floating like a feather and for a moment, I was living it.
The Parachute
After a few exhilarating seconds of free fall, the parachute deployed with a sharp tug, pulling us upright. The world came into view, and my breath caught in my throat.
Below me, the earth stretched endlessly, its beauty indescribable. Rivers sparkled like silver ribbons, forests spread out like green carpets, and tiny roads snaked through fields and towns. Hanging there in the sky, I felt like I was seeing the world for the very first time.
The Landing
As we descended, the instructor guided the parachute, and I realized something profound: I wasn’t afraid anymore. The fear of life, the fear of death, it was gone.
We landed smoothly, my legs wobbling as they touched the ground. My friends ran to greet me, cheering, but I barely heard them. My mind was still up there, in the sky, reliving every moment.
That day, I didn’t just conquer my fear; I found a piece of myself I didn’t know existed. Skydiving wasn’t just an adventure, it was freedom, beauty, and life all rolled into one breathtaking moment. And I’ll never forget it.
Here are some pics. 🪂
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