Running head: MY FIRST JUMP 1
My first jump
Zihan Ren Northeastern University
MY FIRST JUMP 2
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand，and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
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She was inspired by another friend who recently had a skydiving, a real one. "It is impressive to give yourself a birthday gift like this", she said "you will never forget it". Then she asked me if I were willing to do this with her. I said "Ok, I will go with you, but I am not ready to jump yet." Even though I was still looking forward to having some experiences like that, my inner fear of extreme sports cannot be eliminated. The skydiving center was very popular at that time for the sunny weather. Sunny had to make a reservation for herself on the next coming Monday. 10.A.M. She tried to persuade me to jump with her when we were waiting for this event to come, "it should be more exciting than roller coaster, I am sure you will be safe. We can get on the plane together if you make a reservation now. It should be on time.". To be honest I was moved and even tried to call and made a reservation, but fear eventually pull me back. What if the parachute cannot be opened, and what if something else …show more content…
The instructors brought us to the airplane which was a KingAir plane. That airplane didn't have and independent seats like the civil aircrafts. We all had to sat very close to each other one by one. After fastening me tightly with him, Daniel give a pair of goggles. "you have to put it firmly on your face, otherwise it will be blow away by the super high speed caused by freefall.", He said. While the plane started to climb, I could feel that my heart was beating out. Daniel asked me some questions, and let me smile to the GoPro on his arm. That was for the video which they record the whole process. The only words I could say at that time were "yes, no". I was focusing on the people who jumped before me. They looked like they had been disappeared from this world. Finally, it was my turn to jump. Daniel pushed me to the opened door. The only thing I could see at that moment was the clouds looked like a big cozy bed. When I opened my eyes again, I had been out of the cabin door. After a few seconds of weightlessness, I had finally experienced the feeling of fly. I felt the unprecedented freedom, it seems that the entire sky belongs to me. The only thing in my view was the white, the blue, and the GoPro. Daniel released the parachute after we came under the clouds. A huge colorful parachute opened. I was able to see the green land and cars. Everything was so beautiful. He made us spin around in the air like playing in
As a child, I experienced a world of imagination where I was able to do anything I
“Here goes nothing,” I thought to myself before I skied toward the jump. I sped toward the jump remembering what Trevor had told me. I soared through the air with my neon green pants flapping in the air. As my skis touched down, I bent my knees and realized I had landed the jump. My Dad skied to Trevor and I, and I found out that my dad had recorded it so I could re-live the moment. I was super excited they had caught my success on tape! Soon after I landed the jump, it was time to leave
I am adventurous. No I don't sky dive, wrestle crocodiles, or swim with sharks, but when asked by a group of friends to go cliff diving last summer, my best response was, “Sounds like fun!” I had never been afraid of heights yet have never experienced the thrill of cliff diving. All I could ask myself was, “What could go wrong?”
Whoosh, whoosh goes the wind as it rushes in my ears. I can feel nothing but the cold air all around my body. It almost feels as if I am flying but, no it is just me racing to school on my bike trying not to be late. A thought popped up in my mind, it was the same thought that I often had when I was rushing to school, it would be so much easier if I could fly, then I would never have to rush to school. I have always wanted to fly, not in an airplane, but me actually flying all by myself. I always watch those movies where the little girl wants to fly, and then she accidently falls off a roof and right before she hits the ground she starts to fly. I know that not all people have the ability to fly, and if I am one of those people I will die if I fall off a roof. As I run this thought in my head over and over, I hear a horrendous sound, the bell.
As we walked to our car, we realized just how much the day had taken out of us physically. We were both bruised and sore from our practice jumps into the gravel pit and very tired. But, at the same time, our souls felt warm and satisfied at discovering that we could overcome our fears and experience the joy and freedom of skydiving.
...ally miss anything? Then I had to come to my real senses. I was looking up to the sky searching for ideas, right then and there I remember what Danny said about “you can do anything in this world as long as you believe” as I was looking up I saw this pigeon standing on an electricity wire, then started to wonder if I was a pigeon I don’t think I would have a ride problem. Then I stood up pretend as if I was a pigeon started to jump I noticed the more I believe I can fly the higher I’m getting. So I stop shockingly, I said out loud, I can fly, at this point I had no doubt whatsoever. I quickly walk away from where the pigeon was sitting on the wire; I jumped one last time, next thing I know I was flying my way to school. I had no wings, no cape, nothing weird. Although having these things folks would have found it cool and intrigue but I find even cooler without them.
When my family and I went out on our boat in Lake Rays town, I said to my dad as we rode by a big rock that people were jumping off, "Can we go cliff jumping?" Since, I didn't like being scared of heights so I felt, maybe this was a chance to get over it. On or way to the cliff I was terrified but I wanted to accomplish this so I stuck to it. As we were getting closer to the rock I was getting more and more nervous. I was so close to telling my dad to turn back but I didn't. I kept thinking throughout my mind what if I slip and fell? I was afraid that I may get seriously injured.
I did it. I jumped off. The cold air hitting my face as I plummet towards the gravel. Some panicking, some remained still. I heard one lady scream. Crashed. The pain jolted throughout my body. It didn't hurt as much as the realisation that I didn't succeed. I was still alive. People started to surround me, some dialing 911 to seek for professional help. A man was telling me "Hold on, you'll be fine". I didn't want to hold on.
On our way into six flags this was the only ride that I was worried about for a few reasons one, I didn’t have an extra set of clean clothes with me so if I got wet I would have to be soaked for the rest of the day. Two, the camera my brother told me that there was a camera that took a picture of you on your way down the ride. Three, the height of it I personally can deal with heights decently well, but when there is a log that high not held down by anything I get a little nervous. As we start to trudge over there I start to shake my whole body just a constant shake and I couldn’t control it and not to helo the matter my brother started to laugh. The walk up there seemed very traitorous but it wasn’t that bad but my legs refused to cooperate. When we got up there my teeth started to clatter and they wouldn’t stop my mouth had never done this and at that point I wished it wouldn’t ever again. We sat in the log boat and started to float it took approximately 2 minutes to get to the end and at this point my teeth felt like they were going to fall off. When the boat got to the end my eyes lit up and we started to fall at amazing speeds it was l was in heaven this was by far my favorite ride and even though I got soaked I didn’t care that was one of my favorite experiences in my life. Now coming down I forgot all about the camera and I
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
I looked down at my family, who looked extremely small, and they were taking pictures and waving. The wind blowing in my face, made me feel free. I didn’t even feel scared anymore. I went down the line and had a lot of fun. When I finally hit the pad, my family was there waiting for me. My mother gave me a hug and was happy for me. We walked down the other tower to place where we could watch the video. I had a helmet camera on, so we could see everything I experienced in first person. Watching the video is a lot easier than actually walking up that tower. When we watched me fly off the tower, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe I actually went zip lining. I felt
“Man, I shouldn’t be here” (McClearn 165). Looking down at the earth from 1,200 meters up, through an open airplane’s door, anyone will probably feel the same way. The thrill and the risk of jumping out of a plane sends shivers down some person’s backs, however there are also those who it makes want to live even more. “Some are drawn to the sphincter-wrenching terror of free fall” (McClearn 165). The excitement of jumping out of plane may be enjoyable for the person, but not for the wallet. For the first year of sky diving, a person can expect to pay up to $7000; however the price does decrease as more equipment and experienced is accumulated. The price, although expensive, is worth it, “And the feeling of cheating death is simply pric...
Many people will sit and tell me that I am crazy for jumping out of a plane. I would just sit and tell them a quote I heard before I did my jump. “Skydivers know why the birds sing.” The experience doesn’t feel like you’re falling out of a plane, yet more like you are flying. Once you pull the parachute, the result is the most calming feeling. Words cannot even express it. You are totally relaxed and inspired after that chute is pulled.
After three hours we arrived at our first break stop. We stopped at a section that was on top of the waterfall. The view was amazing and spectacular because we had never seen anything like this. As we continued our hike after several more break stops, and nine more hours of hiking, we finally arrived at the top of El Capitan. Once we got to the top the view was amazing. We could not imagine how beautiful it was up there on top of the world. After about half an hour we started heading back down, when all of a sudden out of no where I felt someone push me out of the way. A man that was in a hurry to get back down pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell of a twenty foot cliff. At that moment in time I could see flashbacks of my life. After a couple seconds of falling I somehow landed between two rocks which shattered my right foot. After that happen every one that was there tried to get help but unfortunately cell phones do not work in Yosemite, but the man that pushed me over the cliff had a walky-talky and he called for help.
Anxiety took over my body as I prepared to jump. The 80 foot waterfall looming atop Turner Falls seemed to be challenging me, beckoning me to come and attempt to plunge from the rock into the waterfall to try to endure the pressure as the water knocked me straight down into the deep waters and jagged rocks which awaited below. I waited with an eager excitement thinking that if I could take this plunge, I would really be able to swim with those I saw as the "big fish." Waiting on that rock I had no idea that the events following my wait would change that jump from being something I so much desired into something I would be grateful to never personally experience.