My biggest memory of the day I skydived for The Big Issue Foundation, and the memory that will always stay with me, was weirdly the 5 minutes before I jumped out of the plane. We had climbed steadily to just under 13,000 feet and the instructor at the front of the plane looked back at us and did the ‘5 minute’ shout and hand at us all, and the instructors to which we were attached to all nodded back like professionals. I looked at my girlfriend who all of sudden had shredded her nervousness in to smiling back at me whilst I took some big deep breaths and memorised my actions for when we were about to jump.
It was simple, hands in, hands out and hands back in again – that’s all I had to remember to get the best out of the experience and the instructor said it would be easy. I looked out of the window; the patchwork of stamp sized fields was magnificent. We had a perfect day, the good weather allowed us to see 85 mile views; I noticed a reflection on the skyline to the left and couldn’t explain it. Stuart, my instructor, then informed me it was the Welsh coast line, so that was pretty mind-blowing. By this point my throat was dry with adrenaline; I was ready to go by that point and had managed to drive out my nerves into excitement.
The door opened and my heart was going really fast, I watched Hannah, my girlfriend’s sister, jump out of the plane. Then it was my turn, we shuffled to the door and I kept my eyes open to gather what I was about to witness. We hung out of the door and then it happened. I was falling in style and at the speed of 120mph. I kept my head up, stared out at the distance and took the whole experience in. I was skydiving!