So, I know what I’m going to say is going to be debatable, and I welcome other points of view. In fact, I have discussed this with people who feel exactly how I do and others who think the complete opposite. Although skydiving was a memorable experience and something I desperately wanted to cross off my bucket list, I personally wouldn’t do it again. However, I do feel that knowing what I know now, I would still like to have that 1st time experience. It’s just one of those experiences to have or else you will forever wonder what it is like. But one time is enough for me! There are some who want to keep skydiving over and over again and do so, but if you want to hear my perspective, keep on reading below.
I always wanted to skydive; it’s just one of those things I needed to do before I died. I purchased a Groupon when I first moved to Miami in 2015 and even scheduled to go for my birthday. However, the winds were so strong when I was going to go, that the center called me to cancel. It took me another year to work up the nerve to go, which ended up being a month after I got married. Imagine my husband’s horror! He has absolutely no interest in putting his life in danger and couldn’t fathom why I wanted to go through with it. I was determined, though, and figured that if I didn’t do it then, I probably never would have. One of my best friends was down to go with me, so we headed out for a day at Miami Skydiving Center.
We did a tandem skydive, which means you are strapped to an instructor who pulls the parachute for you and basically does all the work so that you can relax and enjoy the experience. They did charge me extra for being over 200 lbs, and I believe the limit was 240 at the time. It was quite embarrassing having to step on a scale in front of everybody, but the lady was pretty nice about it. Our instructors assisted us into our safety gear and gave us a brief training session on how to properly jump out and land. Before I knew it, we were headed towards a small plane, and I was bursting with excitement.
As we were getting on the plane and starting to go up, the excitement lingered and our tiny plane was filled with laughter. Then, something happened. We kept going up higher and higher, way above the clouds, and this is when my stomach started to sink. I remember thinking to myself, “I didn’t realize we were going up THIS high.” The reality of death started to really sink in, especially as I realized there was no turning back. That feeling, that level of anxiety, is why I wouldn’t skydive again. I’ve never been more shook in my life and quite frankly, I don’t want to put myself through that a second time. By the time we needed to jump, my instructor literally had to push me out of the plane (I was strapped to him remember). I was horrified and closed my eyes in anticipation of it all ending soon.
My first reaction was to scream hysterically, but then I opened my eyes and felt the forceful winds against me. I was FLYING! Finally, I knew what it felt like to truly fly and to feel weightless, and it was intoxicating. It was a rush I’ve never felt before and a thrill that I will remember forever. Once my instructor pulled the parachute, I took in some fantastic views of Miami as we floated down. It was peaceful, and I was no longer scared.
Don’t get me wrong. Skydiving is amazing and definitely a unique experience. This is why I say I’m glad I did it once. The feeling I had while going up in the plane, however, is something I just don’t want to feel again. That fear outweighs the thrill that I received from skydiving.
Have you been skydiving? How was it? Would you do it again?
xoxo, Global Midwife