First of all, my name is Sarah, I'm 16, and love jumping out of planes. I only started in the summer of 2000, but I'm so attached already.
My story is about my first jump. I go to Canadian Skydive Center, Shut-Up and Jump, (Randy kicks ass!), and for my first jump, my stepdad, brother, and his friend, and myself, all went together. I had about 8 friends waiting for me to do the jump, but everyone, especially me, was disappointed to see a massive thunder cell above us. We all left, but returned in a week.
My jumpmaster went over procedure and sent me to gear up. I thought my dad was going to hurl or something. He ended up to be jumper #1, and as the plane roared up to 3500 altitude, I was a lot calmer than I thought I would be. That is until the door opened and I had 300km/h of wind in my face. I ended up having a perfect X-Men, arch and climb out. As for the landing, I found out at the bottom that it was a little bit too windy for me, as I got dragged, but if it wasn't for the wind, my landing would have concluded my 1st jump beautifully.
I LOVE YA RANDY...WASSSSUUPPPP!!!!!!
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