To fly like an eagle

Another dream came true today. I jumped out of an airplane. The smart part of your brain tells you that it is just bullshit to actually do this, but there is another part that is not quite as rational as the first one. The way up is very chilly, you sit in a tiny airplane with 3 other victims plus their instructors, who decided to feel the need of having pure adrenalin rushing through their veins. At 12,000 feet the glass door of the plane opens and you get a glimpse of what is waiting for you out there. The sun is shining, it is freezing cold and all you can hear is the roaring of the engine and the wind pulling the plane up and down. You can barely hear the commands of your instructor and you just hope that it was nothing really important. Number one sits at the edge, and there she goes with a deafening scream- number two goes right behind. You scoot forward nearer to the door- slowly you realise what awful mistake you made when purchasing that trip straight to hell. Number three goes and the glass door closes again, as you, of course, booked the jump from 15,000 feet. Good Job! The plane pulls up and although your instructor still sits right behind you, you feel like somehow you don’t belong there. 3 minutes and some more absolutely unhearable commands later the glass door opens again. It’s your turn. You sit at the edge your feet pressed under the plane, your hands on the harness and your head looking upwards into the bright blue sky above you. You don’t have any physical contact to the plane, as you already hang in your harness outside the plane. Now you wait. It takes ages. They told you the instructor would tap your shoulder, when it’s going down. No tap. No tap. No tap. Why did you want to go skydiving again?
Tap.
Fuck.
A sudden move and you fall into nothing. Houston, we have a problem. Your mind cannot believe what happens, as you turn upside down and all of a sudden you see the ground where there should be the sky. That moment burns itself into your memory like a 10,000 Volt electric shock. It is fast. Too fast. Your eyes get the size of satellite dishes. Every muscle in your body tensions and 10 seconds later your throat hurts- you just noticed that you were screaming all the time. Your mind realises that you are still alive and gives you back your senses, that had been turned off in preparation of dying. You feel the air at the speed of 200 km/h cutting your face like razor blades. Your eyes fill with tears, because the storm tries to blow them out of their holes. Your body tells you that you can start to breathe again, as this was the last thing you were worrying about recently. You barely find the time to look around and see the incredibly beautiful landscape below and the mountains in the distance. No cloud in the sky. After 60 seconds of pure insanity, mayhem and excitement you feel something pulling upwards. Your instructor opened the parachute. It gets silent- no roaring of wind, no inability to breathe. How long had the parachute flight lasted?- You have no idea. Did you enjoy the beautiful landscape? - What? What landscape? You just jumped out of an airplane, you had other things to do than that.
You land sitting on your bum. Earth has you back. How did the Teletubbies put it? “AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN!”