Being so high feels so cool. It feels like nothing. I feel nothing.
I hear the wind blowing everywhere. I can see so many clouds.
I am getting closer and closer to the landing zone. As I glide closer to
the ground I hope that I am not going to die. The fear of failure takes
over me. Now is the moment of truth. The ground is near. I fail the
landing and find myself face planted on the ground with a mouth full
of dirt. I am never skydiving again.
