There is a first time for everything, and it was my first time trying extreme sports. I was going to try skydiving. I would have to jump 14,000 feet from a plane. This took place over the Mission beach and its invincible coastline.
I don’t fear heights, but I am afraid of dying. The thing that worried me was that my parachute wouldn’t open. When I tried it, it felt like I was getting an invisible hug. The wind was intense. After a minute of free falling, the parachute was opened. Once it was over, I wondered why it had to end so soon. Fortunately, I am still alive.