I’ve had a bucket list started since high school (possibly earlier). Skydiving has been on that list for quite some time; I’ve been wanting to go for years. While I’ve been wanting to go for what seems like forever, part of me had settled on the fact that I might just never get around to it. But here I am, one day later, having jumped out of a plane 10,000 feet in the sky.
What I Did
I did a tandem skydive (you won’t catch me going by myself; sorry not sorry). Tandem skydiving is when you’re attached to another person rather than being in charge of pulling the parachute yourself, etc. (which you have to be certified to do). I also got their Perspective Video package (which you can view in full below) which gives a close-up view of my reactions while also capturing the view around me. We jumped at 10 a.m. which is the perfect time so you can digest your breakfast and not be starving for lunch.
Where I Went
My wonderful friend and sorority sister (Hi, Big) was unbelievably generous and gifted me a certificate to go skydiving for my college graduation. We went to Skydive Philadelphia and I truly can’t say enough about them.
How I Felt
I’ll admit a few days before I was a little nervous. The closet thing I had ever done to skydiving was parasailing (which is basically child’s play in comparison). I’ll admit I thought once or twice about the potential horror of throwing up mid-jump.
Once I got to the center, however, all nerves were fully replaced with pure excitement and adrenaline. Honestly, I think I was in disbelief I was actually, finally skydiving. For lack of a better word, I was pumped.
Going up in the plane was breathtaking. Our plane was ridiculously small (the four people in it; my friend, our two instructors and I, were very cozy) but that added to the experience in my opinion. The higher we got, the more excited I became to see the full view rather than just what I was seeing through a small window. Before I knew it, we were 10,000 feet in the air and I was jumping out of the door.
When you’re free falling, in my opinion, you don’t feel like you’re falling. You feel the wind against your arms and face and see the scenery around you flying by but you feel as if you’re laying in air. It goes by so quickly. Then the parachute is pulled at 4,000 feet and everything slows down oh so quickly and your skydiving experience goes from a complete adrenaline rush to a beautiful, relaxing and almost leisure-like float down toward the ground as you take in more of the breathtaking views.
Would I Do It Again?
As I said in my video, I would do it again in a heartbeat (and I already put a deposit down to do so). If everything goes according to plan I’ll be flying through the sky again sometime this summer.
Enjoy my video below (and my awkward self) and feel free to leave any questions you may have in the comments!
Here’s to the best experience of my life to date and many more once-in-a-lifetime experiences to come!