by Nasoosie » Wed Apr 22, 2009 4:38 pm
My sky-diving experience is one I prefer to totally forget!
I went through the sky-diving class in Orange, MA....with my boyfriend who was a paratrooper, his brother, and a close friend of ours. I was REALLY excited about doing that leap! It was my first time in a plane of any kind, and the piper cub we took off in had no door on the passengers' side----just a little wooden platform outside the doorway to stand on while you held onto the wing strut before pushing off backwards. I totally LOVED standing on that platform, and thought it was the neatest thing ever that I was so safe with my two chutes on, looking down on the fall colors of MA. HOWEVER----when it came my turn to jump, the jumpmaster got me positioned on the little platform (the others had already jumped) and counted, "ONE< TWO>THREE JUMP!" Me feet flew off the platform, but my hands hung fast to the wing strut! I shouted at him to pry them off for me, and he dug his fingernails into my knuckle spaces. Did I let go? Nope! It turned out that the pilot had to land with me still on the little platform, after hauling my legs and feet back onto it, as my chutes wouldn't come back in the doorway! My father was on the ground, filming the disaster in 16mm color! Talk about a mortifying experience! So they let me try it the next weekend again, after practicing time and time again on the ground. Did I do it? NOPE! I discovered that, although my heart and mind REALLY wanted the experience of floating down in a chute to the ground, my hands simply wouldn't allow it to ever happen! And I still dream about parachuting, sometimes beginning a dream with jumping higher and higher and higher, until I'm way up in the sky, floating down with an open chute above me! Sigh-----something about me that I guess is 'under the covers' so to speak!
It was months before I would come out of my room after the failure of that second attempt. It was a very traumatic failure for me----perhaps the worst of my life. My mother threatened to take me to a psychiatrist, and then I decided I had punished myself enough!
So now you all know what a wimp I really am!
Life is about learning to dance in the rainHappy travels!