That's what it was for me. I figured, I'm almost 30 and haven't done anything I've wanted. So, on my 28th I decided that I was going skydiving. A month later...GERONIMO!!!
I really enjoyed it. I was perfectly fine until we got in the air. I don't really care to fly because I tend to get nauseous. Of course, I got nauseous and got myself all worked up worrying I wouldn't be able to jump due to being sick. So, when it came time to climb out, I was a bundle of nerves. At first, it was like, holy shit, I'm not in the plane anymore. But after a couple seconds its really amazing to just be falling. Then there is the initial jerk of the parachute and the float down is really relaxing and such a beautiful site. I can see me doing another tandem jump or maybe even a static line jump but I don't know if I could jump completely on my own. The fear of not doing something right and becoming a pancake, I guess. Then again, if I did another jump or two and didn't have those same nervous jitters as my first jump, I just might think about taking the classes to jump on my own.
