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 facing me 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 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.

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. 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 thats right, it was kick ass.

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. 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 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....

Storytelling suggestions:

Where does the story start?

- In a bar.

- Plummeting toward Earth, face flapping in the wind.

- The look on your girlfriend's face/your face.

Use dialogue

- What did you say?

- What did she say?

Transitions

- Moment-to-moment, action-to-action, subject-to-subject, scene-to-scene, aspect-to-aspect, non-sequitur

- Make the stories fit

- Maybe your story starts in the produce aisle, swimming pool, etc.

Consider your audience

- Are you trying to convince someone to jump? If so, maybe you talk more about safety.

- Or are you simply illustrating a story for entertainment?

Consider your genre