The Joys of Skydiving Essay -- Personal Narrative, essay about myself

It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning when my friend, Sivi, and I left our home to travel to the small local airport determined go forthside of town. Just the previous night we had received 4 hours of schoolroom training in how to perform a successful Skydive and straightway we would receive 4 more hours of practical, hands-on training.   Sivi and I have exhausted a lot of time talking with, and taking care of higher-ranking Citizens on a volunteer basis. Through many conversations, we discovered that virtuoso of the major regrets that people have, as the near the end, is that they didnt experience everything that they valued to when they were younger. The major reason for this was fear. Fear that they would fail or fear that they faculty be injured. Sivi and I had decided years ago that we would never accept fear to prevent us from trying approximatelything new. Now, in our middle and former(a) forties, we had decided to voluntarily jump out of a perfectly in effe ct(p) airplane just for the experience of doing so.   When we arrived at the airport, there were about 10 other people. Most of them were men and we were the only couple. Of course the first liaison of business was to read and sign a waiver that stated that we would non hold the skydiving school liable if our jump turned out to be, shall we say, less than perfect. I essential admit that this certainly brought out some of the apprehension that Sivi and I had managed to bury deep inside ourselves.   Next, we were sent to a shed where there were several sets of coveralls. Here we were instructed to pick out a pair of coveralls and a helmet that fit (as best as possible) and put them on. I must say that I snarl more than a undersize silly wearing a pair of torn and uncomfortably plastered coveralls ... ...ove the ground, I yanked down on the dive control straps with all of my strength. The parachute got more air, and I slowed, almost to a standstill, and gently touched the ground. As my feet touched the Earth, I went into my roll and then stood back up. No bewildered bones or bruises.   Sivi, immediately came out to greet me, and we both felt a great sense of relief and pride. Once again we managed to outmatch our fears and experience something that cannot be imagined or viewed like a movie, but must be felt.   As we walked to our car, we realized just how much the day had interpreted out of us physically. We were both bruised and sore from our practice jumps into the gravel hell on earth 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.