There have been many things that have been put on and taken off my bucket list throughout the years, but one that has constantly been there as long as I can remember is to go skydiving. As a bit of an adrenalin junky, nothing has stood out as being more intense and stimulating than to jump out of a plane. I grew up snow-skiing and wake-boarding. My favorite thing to do in both is to launch myself into the air, feel the wind rush past my face as I glide with the birds, detached from my surroundings. Flying has always been my passion, and when I fly, it truly feels like I am alive. Though I can get a rush from flying a few seconds on skies and wake-boards, nothing compares to the feeling of skydiving. As I tried to gather the courage to drop out of the plane, the thought of flying kept me going. all of the sudden, where solid ground used to be, there was nothing. Wind and adrenalin filled all of my thoughts as I plummeted 10,000 feet down. While I can't honestly claim to have never been scared as I dropped, the pure joy I felt from flying well compensated for the worry. Flying is my way of being truly free.
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