I wake up from a deep slumber and ponder the question that had been facing me ever since my girlfriend suggested that we go skydiving. Do I really want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane and entrust my life into a piece of fabric? I was surprised at myself because I had always been kind of a chicken when it comes to flirting with my life, but I was actually giving this idea serious thought. I thought "Why the hell not, im still young and I have never done it before, so why not?"…it has to be safe if they are in business, right?... But then the other side of me was saying "Are you freaking crazy? Have you fallen off your rocker?"…what if the parachute does not open?...what if I get tangled with another parachute?.... Once the time came down to make a decision I said "ah what the hell lets do it." My girlfriend, myself, and my buddies: Justin, TJ, Kyle, Megan, and Ashley all jump in some cars and drive south of Orlando to do the coolest, yet stupidest thing I had ever done. Hopefully, if our parachutes open, we can make it to a bar in downtown Orlando. Last time I was I was in Orlando with my friends, we ran into Mickey Mouse as he was leaving the Magic Kingdom after work. “This is kid’s stuff,” Mickey said as he pointed to Space Mountain, “Do you all want to drink for free all night on Walt Disney’s tab?” “HELL YES!” we all said in unison. My friends and I followed Mickey on I-4 to downtown Orlando. After we parked, we knew we were in for a special treat. Mickey handed each of us V.I.P. platinum cards, valid at every bar in downtown Orlando, including Church Street Station. Needless to say, we drank a lot for free, courtesy of Walt Disney. As we got closer and closer to our destination I could feel my stomach being tied in knots by the overwhelmingly nervousness of just the thought of jumping out of a plane. I kept telling my self "You will be ok, you can't back down now." I began to relax when I talked to all my buddies about what they thought and realized that I wasn't the only one who was about to crap there pants from being so nervous. We finally pulled up to the small run down airport which consisted of a couple hangers and a small runway. As we pull in my eyes catch the old beat up plane that is sitting at the entrance. My girlfriend leans up from the back seat and says "Holy shit I hope that isn't our plane" I didn't say anything but was thinking to myself "yeah holy shit is right, if that is our plane I better kiss my sweet ass goodbye." We all get out and get all the paper work filled out, basically all it says is "IF YOU DIE, NOT OUR FAULT" which was icing on the cake of the nervous freak out that was building up in me. I hope this is not the last piece of paper I ever sign. We went through a 20 minute training course on how to fall out of the plane and what to do if something happens, but lets face it, your 10,000 feet in the air what can you do? The group assembles in a hanger and we all throw on our jump suites, mind you I had the bright purple one, yeah that’s right, it was kick ass….I just hope my parachute opens. After everyone had made fun of me for my "colorful" get up, we did "rock paper scissors" to see who was going on the first plane. The first round I went against kyle and 1-2-3 shoot I throw rock, and BAM here comes his paper to beat me. I realized that this meant not only was I going on the first plane but I was jumping first. “SHIT.” Casey, T.J. and myself all load up in the pack of gum with wings or as they called it a "plane" and got strapped into our instructors. At least we have parachutes on incase we need to jump ship. As the plane takes off the whole plane is rattling and rumbling and at this point I am freaking the hell out and come to a conclusion of how bad of an idea this was. As we reach our desired altitude of 12,000 feet they open the back hatch and my instructor taps my leg as a ready sign. I stand up and slowly walk toward the back. I felt like I was walking death row and everyone was wishing me goodbye. My instructor and I reach the edge of the plane and I look down and can't even see the ground. My instructor yells "You ready" , I yell "NO NO NO" and he replies "What? GO GO GO", and then next thing you know we jump....”HOLY SHIT!,” I yelled, as I started to tumble to the Earth. Then it was more like “THIS IS AWESOME!” after falling a few thousand feet….