I WENT SKYDIVING!!

Yes, folks, you heard (read?)correctly, I went skydiving!
Well, indoor skydiving, anyway.

I have a really good friend named Gabby, who lives maybe a block away from me. We spend tons of time together, just being random. Well, her dad is a orthadontist, and he currently only has one child living with him, only 4 days of the week. So, as you can imagine, he has tons of cash and nothing really to do with it.
A week or so before Christmas, he drove me and Gabby to Vegas. On the way back we were going to pick up her sister, brother-in-law, and niece on the way home. Anywhoo, we decided to have some fun first.
He took us to a place called Fly Away, an indoor skydiving institute. It cost $75 per person, for a three minute flight. I know, I know, some of you may be saying "Three minutes?! What a rip off!!" But, in actuality, when you pay to go real skydiving (which is much much much more expensive) you only get to free fall for about 30 seconds-not that long.
I was really getting almost the sensation for 6 times as long.
They first had to take our names, age, height, and weight, so that they could get the proper equipment for us. They had classes starting every half hour, and we had about 45 minutes to wait before our class began. The information desk lady told us we could go and watch people from the observation tower.
I thought that was the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire freakin life. Ever. The instructor was spinning the kids around, and flyin with them-just awesome.
When our class started, me and Gabby headed up to the little instruction room thingy. There were two other boys there. Some of you chicks out there may be saying "ooh boys!!" but not really. The looked somewhere between the ages of 9 and 12. Considering I'm 15, not as much thrill as you might think.
The instructor dude, Jeremiah (sp?) had us watch a video first, and then reviewed it with us, all the safety procedures and hand signals and such.
Then we got suited up.
The people had already found suits for us, we couldn't pick them out. I was kinda bummed about this, but not after I found out what my suit looked like.
One of the little boys got a pink suit-fitting for the emo he was-and the other kid's was green. Gabby had this really cool lime green, aqua, and sunshiny yellow stripe thing.
Mine-get this-was a SANTA SUIT!! Not kidding! It was big, and red. The size belt was big and black and shiny. The cuffs around the hands and feet-lol-were covered in fur!! It was so EPIC!!
We were laughing so when I put it on. Hilarious, man.
We had another 15 minutes before the other guys were done in the simulator, so we went to watch.
I couldn't hear the deafening roar of the wind anymore, considering I had my earplugs in.
When we were about ready to go, it was even harder to hear when I put my big pink helmet on. We had these really cool goggle things we had to wear, and they left funny red lines on our faces, which we took pictures of, of course.
This was when I almost crapped myself.
The only thing separating me from a gargantuan fan that would no doubt slice me into tiny little bits was-bah-two wire nets.
Just two wire nets.
They didn't look very sturdy, just FYI.
Gabby and I just looked at each other, sure we were going to end up as sushi.
He had Gabby go first, and then me. The control room peoples turn the fan on really low at first, and let you lay down on the wire net and then turn it up so you can fly.
When I first layed down, spread my legs apart and up, arms extended, I made the grave mistake of looking straight down into the fan.
I was too scared to wet myself this time.

Then, I had the coolest sensation I have ever felt in my entire 15 years on Earth-flight.

I don't really know how to describe what it was like in the air, it was really just amazing. Not to toot my own horn, but I was doing pretty well. The instructor grabbed my waist and spun me around. I rose higher and higher into the air while spinning. The awesome part was Gabby's dad got a picture of me doing it. I had proof to rub in my brother's face. TAKE THAT!!
When I fell out, smashing into the paded dark blue walls, he let the other two boys try. The little pink one would get a foot or so off the net, and then freak out, waving his arms and legs, falling back down. Boy, was he pissed when we got out of there.
On my next turn, Instructor Dude just motioned for me to jump right into the air current. That, my friends, was the coolest damn thing ever. I put my hands together, and dived in, kinda like someone might dive into a pool.
I shot right up.

The best part by far, though, was when he let me and Gabby lay down on the net across from each other, and hold hands. He spun us then too.


So there you have it. My first ever indoor skydiving experience.
If you ever have an extra $75 laying around, try this.
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