About a year ago I embarked on one of the most exciting and thrilling adventures of my life and this is my remix of it.

I wake up from a deep sleep and ponder the question that had been on my mind ever since my girlfriend purposed the idea to me. Do I really want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane and entrust my life into a peice of fabric? I was surprised at myself becuase 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?" But then the other side of me was saying "Are you freaking crazy? Have you fallen off your rocker?" Once it came down to the final moments I said "ah what the hell lets do it."

My girlfriend, all my buddies Justin, TJ, Kyle, Megan, Ashley and I jumped into some cars and drove south of Orlando to do the coolest, yet stupidest thing I had ever done. We began to get closer and closer to our destination I could feel my stomach being tied in knots. Just the thought pf jumping out of a plane made me become overwhelmingly nervous. I kept telling my self "You will be ok, you can't back down now." I began to relax when I talked to my buddies about what their thoughts were on this. I realized that I wasn't the only one who was about to crap their 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 approached my eyes could not resist pearing at the old beat up plane that was 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 right now."

We all get out and get all the paper work filled out, basically all it says is "IF YOU DIE, NOT OUR FAULT." That was the icing on the cake considering I was about to go postal on these people. We go through a 20 minute training course on how to fall out of the plane and what to do if something happens. Lets face it though, 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 thats right, it was kick ass. After everyone got a good laugh in at my expense, we did rock paper scissors to see who was going on the first plane. The first round I go against kyle and 1-2-3 shoot I throw rock, and BAM! here comes his paper to beat me. I realized that this meant that not only was I going on the first plane but I was jumping first.

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. As the plane takes off the whole freaking plane is rattling and rumbling and at this point I am freaking the hell out and am realizing what a bad 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 towards 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....

That is a kick ass story. That happened to me except my friend was freaked out. He screamed the entire way to the ground it felt like. The whole shitting airplane thing atleast if the planes dies you have a parachute.