I tried not to think. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all...
Of course it wouldn't. I stared out through the cloudy atmosphere, barely able to acquire a glimpse of the ground from our plane, which was nearing 12,000 feet in the sky. A short period of turbulence rocked the plane, and I started to feel queasy. I looked over at my brother and father, as they glanced at me. My brother was laughing, and my father looked like he had waited his whole life for this. I decided not to spoil their fun.
I hadn't learned much about skydiving before we had gotten on the plane. It was just a sudden desire my father had; I suppose he was going through another phase of his. He was always trying out new things, and telling my brother and I how important and short life is. We quietly agreed, because we couldn't understand.
After a few more uncomfortable minutes, our co-pilot turned back toward us, and nodded his head. My stomach jumped into my throat; I could barely breathe as I climbed toward where w