I have always lived my life to the point where I could never be described with the words ‘midlife crisis’. I drove my first car at the age of two, trapezed at the age of seven, zip-lined at nine, and now at 18, I can say I’ve skydived. As cliché as it sounds, making the most out of life is ask I’ve really asked myself to do. Senior year was coming into a close, and me, being myself could not possibly let senior year pass me by as a simple toss of an overpriced cap and a few soppy hugs. At the time skydiving was at the top of my bucket list. With no second thought, I asked my close friend Patti to join me. After proposing the idea to her in person, we went out and bought our tickets. I’d like to say we spent time planning, preparing or let alone researching for this event.
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We had chosen a facility by the name of Chicagoland Skydiving Center, quite the mouthful in my opinion. Located roughly an hour away in Rochelle, Illinois we started out journey bright and early. The drive there was something similar to a teenage music video, just two girls on the highway blasting music and roughly trying to sing along. I only remember feeling elated and jealous of the incoming seniors who still had all their own escapades to enjoy. Here I was slowly finishing all mine up. When we finally did arrive, wavier after wavier of liabilities were placed in front of us. The final paper claimed that if I died, my family could not sue, and we were sent to a room to watch another disclaimer video. Finally we were sent to the field out back to wait for our group to jump. This, by far, was the worst part. There was no fear ever etched into my mind, but the waiting game was just awful. All my previously built up anticipation was fading as the hours grew long and the wait was pushed back even further. As the night came closer we were finally introduced to our instructors and received our
We had chosen a facility by the name of Chicagoland Skydiving Center, quite the mouthful in my opinion. Located roughly an hour away in Rochelle, Illinois we started out journey bright and early. The drive there was something similar to a teenage music video, just two girls on the highway blasting music and roughly trying to sing along. I only remember feeling elated and jealous of the incoming seniors who still had all their own escapades to enjoy. Here I was slowly finishing all mine up. When we finally did arrive, wavier after wavier of liabilities were placed in front of us. The final paper claimed that if I died, my family could not sue, and we were sent to a room to watch another disclaimer video. Finally we were sent to the field out back to wait for our group to jump. This, by far, was the worst part. There was no fear ever etched into my mind, but the waiting game was just awful. All my previously built up anticipation was fading as the hours grew long and the wait was pushed back even further. As the night came closer we were finally introduced to our instructors and received our