But despite how that picture makes it look, it wasn't all fun and games. It was interesting, though. When I was going up, I expected my skydive to cause me to feel fear or exhilaration. I had not expected my primary feeling to be pain.
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| Probably a better representation of my dive |
Immediately when we jumped out, I felt an intense pressure on my ear that I was unable to equalize the entire way down. Furthermore, the straps around my legs were very tight, to the point that I lost most feeling in my legs (although the feeling of pain was still alive and well down there). This only worsened when were in canopy.
My instructor told me to try to scootch the straps back down my legs so they weren't giving me an atomic wedgie, but that was quite impossible. So I just had to try to ignore the pain and enjoy the experience.
It wasn't all bad. I did enjoy it to some extent. It was just different than I had expected. The freefalling was not just the normal 'fun' part of falling. I was falling so fast that it felt like swimming, and it was difficult to breathe. However, there was a certain peaceful element. Despite falling at incredible speeds, the ground was so far away that it grew very slowly. And from so high up, the ground was a hazy distant thing, a world removed from reality.
It still feels surreal, like it didn't even happen.
One of my brothers felt the same way about skydiving as I did. However, certain other members of my family loved it and are already talking about their next dive.
I'm not sure I'd go again, but I'm glad I did it.
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