Mom always told me I was an “air sign”.
On Saturday afternoon I was thrusted out of an airplane while traveling at 120mph and at 10,500 ft. and it was THE MOST AMAZING EXPERIENCE EVER!!!
Two days later and I still can’t put the experience and my feelings into words. I can’t stop thinking about it and my heart is still pounding as my body and mind beg for more, more, more!
I’m hooked. I want to do it again right now. Freefalling 7,000 ft. in 45-seconds – there’s nothing like it. It’s an individual rush, the flight is an enlightening and spiritual experience. It’s one of my childhood dreams that has come true: to fly.
I know it will mean so much more when I can jump alone.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, –and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of–wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew–
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr. (June 9, 1922 — December 11, 1941)