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

It was a strong and sunny Saturday morning when my friend, Sivi, and I left our home to travel to the menial local airport located unwrapside of town. Just the previous night we had received 4 hours of classroom training in how to perform a successful Skydive and now we would receive 4 more hours of practical, hands-on training.   Sivi and I have spent a lot of time talk with, and taking care of Senior Citizens on a volunteer basis. by dint of many conversations, we discovered that one of the major regrets that people have, as the near the end, is that they didnt experience everything that they wanted to when they were younger. The major reason for this was fear. Fear that they would offend or fear that they might be injured. Sivi and I had decided old age ago that we would never allow fear to prevent us from nerve-racking something new. Now, in our middle and late forties, we had decided to voluntarily jump pop of a perfectly good airplane well(p) 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(prenominal) couple. Of course the first matter of business was to read and sign a waiver that stated that we would NOT hold the skydiving school unresistant if our jump turned out to be, shall we say, less than perfect. I must take that this certainly brought out some of the apprehension that Sivi and I had managed to bury heavyset inside ourselves.   Next, we were sent to a shed where there were several sets of coveralls. present we were instructed to pick out a equal of coveralls and a helmet that fit (as crush as possible) and put them on. I must say that I matte up more than a little silly wearing a pair of torn and uncomfortably tight coveralls ... ...ove the ground, I yanked down on the climb up 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 m y feet touched the Earth, I went into my roll and past stood back up. No broken bones or bruises.   Sivi, immediately came out to greet me, and we both felt a great sense of recess and pride. Once again we managed to overcome our fears and experience something that cannot be imagined or viewed similar a movie, but must be felt.   As we walked to our car, we realized just how much the day had taken out of us physically. We were both bruised and raw(a) from our practice jumps into the gravel pit 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 immunity of skydiving.