Essay On Skydiving

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The rumble of the helicopter shakes a tension into your composure. With every second, your worries broaden. The time has come, signaled by a shift in acceleration, and the readiness of the hands pressed to the straps and buckles. Un-buckled, you rise with everyone, and go to await the fall. This is your first time sky diving, and it is expected that you would be afraid. Suddenly, the rumble of the helicopter sounds rather inviting. The sky is empty and boundless, with the exception of the nauseating ground below. "What is the point of sky diving? It seems so pointless…" It is your turn to go, and you 've seemed to convince yourself that it is indeed pointless. These skydivers seem to recognize the feeling, and once you make sign of …show more content…

I was on a swing, yellow, attached to a tree "hundreds of feet high". I think it was just a remnant of a rideable toy car seat attached to a rope. We had this large and gradual hill smoothing itself out in the distance behind our house, and trees began to scatter themselves denser and denser towards the bottom which led to a swamp and further into a murky woods. I was just gently swaying up top that hill. My mother would occasionally step outside to look for me, usually checking the swing first. I remember seeing my brother’s bike by the chicken coop, parked in a very creative way. It 's generally just lying around somewhere in the yard, and I usually don 't give it much thought, and I guess I didn 't give it much thought this time. I went over to it, and decided that this was my time to learn, just as my brother had, how to ride a bike. It did not make much sense to me, it just fell over before I even began to try riding …show more content…

I try to ride it again, and with no luck. I ask my brother for help, and he tells me: "you have to balance", "like this", and he takes off. It seemed no less magical to me. He comes back as I was moving towards the swing, I ask: "can I try", and he gives me the bike. I place it upright. I ask: "Can you move me forward". He agrees, and proceeds to turn me and move me towards the top of the hill, gives me a push, and sends me down. In those five seconds, it managed to click in me: I knew how to ride a bike, I felt it. Moving made things much easier. I didn 't last long, I ended up learning another lesson from the tree that caught me; but those five seconds led to many more seconds throughout my life of riding bike.
That push made a lasting impression on me. For one, the ability to ride a bike had certainly credited that, but there was a sense of accomplishment that drove a desire, a desire to figure out those things beyond the shroud, I knew I could learn anything that my brother had learned then. I had done something I was told I was not ready for yet, and that gave me wonder of what I could do. If I was not bound by my parent’s laws, and they were not absolutes, what then could I

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