Nadia the Skydiver

I promised something big, and I deliver on my promises!

For almost as long as I can remember, it has been a big dream of mine to throw myself out of an airplane. This dream is so big it’s always been number one. I came close to skydiving during a trip to Spain about three years ago. I failed to make reservations and when I got to the airfield I found that there were no spots for me. I was leaving the country the following day. I would have to wait for another time.

Today was that other time. I planned ahead. I was a bit apprehensive when I drove to Brown Airfield in San Diego to do my first tandem jump. I had done bunjee jumping several years ago and it was the scariest thing I had ever done. I expected skydiving to be scarier. Luckily, I had to wait for a couple of groups to skydive first. And while I waited I watched the whacky videos of previous customers. They were so funny! And I got to watch the process step by step several times as other people went through it. By the time it was my turn I was calm and looking forward to some serious fun.

The view from the small airplane that took us up in the sky was amazing. Out of the opened plane door I could see both Tijuana, Mexico and San Diego, California. The ocean was vast and blue ahead of me and little mountain islands protruded from the ocean waters. The plane ride was 20 minutes long. In the plane I thought that if I only came and took that ride it would have been worth it.

The skydiver signalled to me to move towards the door. I did. Something wasn’t really registering in my head. It felt like a big amusement park ride. I felt comfortable and pleasantly excited. This is probably because I knew I didn’t need to do anything myself. All I needed to do was go on the ride. And what a ride!

We sat at the edge of the plane…and suddenly we were no longer in the plane! At an altitude of about 4000 meters we did two flips in the air that were quite disorienting. For a few short seconds I had no idea where up or down were. And suddenly we were lying with our faces down towards the earth falling. Faaalllliiiiinnnnngggggg. It was the most exhilerating feeling I can remember ever having. I didn’t want it to end! It was not scary at all. It was just utterly exhilerating. I hope to remember those few seconds of my life.

The parachute opened and pulled us upwards and suddenly we were cruising in the sky. I remembered that feeling from my paragliding experience. It’s just floating in the sky. So soothing. And not long afterwards we were on the ground after a very smooth and easy landing.

Why had it taken me so long to do this? Why was it so short? How is it that we flip in the air and end up looking down towards the ground rather than up towards the sky like a turtle that’s turned onto its back?

One skydive is in no way enough. This is something I will have to do again!