Shortly after Reece was born I was the first time I asked Kyle to take me skydiving. He chuckled “no”. For me, there was something about bringing a new life into this world made me realize I didn’t want to waste a moment of mine.
Years went by and although I broached the question to Kyle a few more times his answer never changed. No. He just wasn’t interested in jumping out of a plane. I could accept that for him but for me, I knew I would jump at some point.
A few weeks ago I saw a post online by a fellow Army wife asking if anyone was interested in skydiving. She was looking to rally enough people to haggle a group discount with the company. I was ready to sign-up but I really wanted Kyle to jump with me. When he came home from work that day I asked. Without hesitation he said “yes”. I didn’t know what it was that changed his mind but I didn’t care. I immediately signed us up.
So we did it! We jumped out of a perfectly good airplane!
Bright and early Saturday morning we left the kids with a friend and drove out to the jump site. All morning I was a crazy ball of nerves. I wanted to jump but I was still scared out of my mind. Kyle and I kept on saying to each other “we’re going to jump out of a plane!”, a statement precariously balancing between mixed emotions.
When we arrived, most of the group was already in the classroom watching a movie. Kyle and I hurried in, grabbed our paperwork, and filled it out as we watched. This ‘movie’ was the epitome of an anti-pep-talk. It was the required ‘you’re jumping at your own risk and you can’t sue us and if you die and, well, that is possible but have fun’ movie. I can’t lie and say this didn’t have me second guessing my desire to plummet towards earth with some precautionary measures and a prayer but I was not about to chicken out.
Once the paperwork was properly filled out –again, more ‘are you really sure you want to do this?’ paperwork- we went outside to watch other skydivers and wait. It was so surreal to see other people glide down and know that we would be doing the same thing shortly. After a short wait our names were called; one step closer.
Kyle would be jumping with Marcelo while Casey took pictures and video. I would be strapped to Robby as Cado catches it all on camera. We all loaded up into the plane, smooshed; no more chances to back out!
It felt so strange as we climbed higher and higher. The company guaranteed the jump would begin at an elevation of 14,000 feet or higher and they proved this with an altimeter easily visible right by the jump door. I watched that sucker glide past the numbers as we climbed passed each thousand feet. I remember looking out the window and giggling in disbelief. We were going to jump out of an airplane!
When we got to the designated altitude the door opened and it was time. My tandem master gave me a few simple instructions and we walked to the opening. Before I have a chance to think “what the hell am I doing?!?!” we were out and free falling! I can’t explain why –or how- but I wasn’t scared. It was so exhilarating! I screamed! It was so cold but the experience was so overwhelming that I didn’t care. I laughed and made silly face and just took it all in. My tandem guy was awesome. He spun us and flipped us and jerked me around.
After what seemed like we were falling forever he pulled the parachute and everything stopped. It was eerie how quiet things became. Robby loosened up the straps and told me to take off my goggles. The view was incredible. We were just under the clouds at this point so nothing was obstructing our view of the entire island. I was fricken SKYDIVING in HAWAII!
The landing was perfect. Robby unhooked me and Cado lead me out of the drop site. I met back up with Kyle, gave him a kiss and we excitedly compared experiences. We then went to a theater room where we viewed our entire jump and pictures on a huge TV. It was such a rush reliving the jump. We –naturally- bought the pictures and DVD of our jumps which I have already published a bunch all over my and Kyle’s Facebook page.
I don’t think I stopped giggling until we left the skydive center.
I knew I wanted to skydive at least once in my life. I figured I would do it and be done, never wanting to go again, but I do. I want to keep jumping out of airplanes, haha! Kyle and I jokingly tried to come up with a plan of somehow making it a part-time weekend job; he being the tandem master and I be the camera girl.
It was such a rush.
Ps. If anyone who visits us wants to skydive that is a-okay with us! We’re game!
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