Weightlessness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Sports  |  House: Booksie Classic
You never know the true feeling of weightlessness...

First story - Criticism welcome!!

Submitted: January 25, 2014

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~~Weightlessness
It’s a strange thing that the closer an experience is to death, the more alive it makes you feel. This is one of those things. I have not found a single thing more exhilarating than that amazing feeling after the airplane doors open and the cold air rushes toward your face and you look down to see the tiny world beneath you as you plummet towards the ground. The chute opens and fear melts away as you gently sail to a safe landing, but the natural high lasts for hours after you hit the ground. Something magical happens along that 15,000 feet journey that quickly puts life in perspective and returns you to the land with a new sense of clarity.
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The name’s Leah and I’m 21, finally finishing my degree in Economics I realised that it was time to break free of the realms of sheer boredom from the 3 years of lectures into the real world of adventure. I have never been interested in education, for me it’s all about the risk taking. Strange as it may seem, I like to push over the edge, teetering slightly over my comfort zone only to enter a new zone of insanity.
Since I have left university and my home town of Kansas, I’ve been “experimenting” with life’s dangers. Travelling around America and trying something different every day. It’s not the most ideal option in life and my folks definitely disagree with my living plan, but what’s life without a little risk. I’m in Arizona at the moment, about to take the leap of faith.
It’s weird, every time I’m about to risk my life I wonder whether I’m doing the right thing, my mind often drifts back to the Economics degree sitting precariously in a frame on top of the old fire place at my parents proud home.
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The tiny plane took off as smooth as silk over the sea, revealing the spectacular coastline below. Immediately I knew this was always meant to be, taking my biggest literal leap of faith in a part of the world I had come to love so intensely.
As well as an overall feeling of apprehension and excitement, a bizarre underlying feeling of calm spread through me as we climbed 10,000 feet in the air. I looked out through the window observing cotton-ball clouds at eye level and then down at the sea; the reef spreading itself like a dark blue ink stain through the aqua water.
When the plane door banged open, I felt nothing but relief that it was finally happening. The wind zipped into the small compartment, roaring past my ears I could see without obstruction ten thousand feet below.
Suddenly it feels like all control is blissfully taken from me. I am just hanging there, attached to someone who knows what he is doing. I am not scared of him making a mistake; I am not scared of hitting the ground. In fact I don’t really know what it is I am scared of, but Jesus Christ this is the craziest, most insane thing my mind has ever felt. I am looking down at the world in a way I have never seen before and it feels like I have jumped into another reality, one where I can exist ten thousand feet above the Earth.
My mind did a crazy lurch, as though it were trying to imitate my stomachs reaction to a roller coaster. I had already told myself I wouldn’t close my eyes and as my body became weightless I watched the ground enter my vision fully, then upside down clouds roll past, then the underside of an airplane I was just sitting in, and then the ground was back again. The wind screamed past my ears and the air pried my mouth open and crept beneath my eyelids. We stabilized, and the ground becomes a fixed feature. I was floating above the Earth, looking down at it unfettered by manmade materialistic objects.
We floated down towards the ground, occasional swings as we descended, pulling at my body like a merry go round at full tilt. The reality and magnitude of the moment are still with me. Things get slowly bigger and over the course of about six minutes I begin to come to grips with what an incredible thing just happened.
I jumped; fell out of a plane at ten thousand feet. I defied gravity for forty seconds. I floated through the air and looked down at the world without glass and steel to keep us apart.
It was over. I jumped out of a plane, I floated in air, and I touched down on land again. The thrill of it all was just so overwhelming. There isn’t any simpler way of saying this but I just skydived.
 


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