Experiencing skydiving and the lessons it can teach.

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Every time I look up at the sky, I smile. I can imagine myself freefalling 10,000 feet above the ground, losing control of my body and giving in to nature's mercy. In the sky there is no stress, no deadlines, and nobody I must answer to. All that exists is the vast, blue space. Many people fear skydiving, finding it hard to jump out of a plane willingly. I cannot help but love the way the wind embraces me. My best jump was my first jump due to the exceptional feeling of anticipation and exhilaration.

I got suited up and marched towards the plane along with my best friend and the other people jumping. I was so thrilled it was unbearable. My urge to be in the sky that very second was so intense I felt I was going to burst from excitement. One by one we stepped into the small seat less plane and sat on the floor in a single file.

The plane sputtered and slowly rolled to a start, moving forward along the runway. While on the plane the jumpers began to give me my instructions. I asked question after question. I wanted to get it perfect. There was no room for mistakes. I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The plane continued to incline higher and higher. I got so nervous I began to think twice. The plane did not seem so high up when I had been watching the plane from the ground. I was coaching myself in my head. I had to go through with it and prove to myself that I could do anything I set my mind to.

I stood on the edge of the plane's door and looked down, but all I saw was the endless blue sky. The buildings...