My story< I felt extremely scared as I stood in front of the open airplane door. I get shoved out of the please "how rude". The wind makes my face feel like a kite if it was alive. I saw clouds whiz past me. The ground got closer and closer to my feet. My partner freaks out as we fall to our demise but I pull the tether "I think" and we slowly descended to the earth. The parachute as it opened, it felt like someone shoryucaned me in the stomach. I finally reached the ground as my partner on my back is still recovering from his first trip through the sky. The 2 people that came after us got caught in a blossom tree. So we had to offer them assistance. >
This is my story about me skydiving without using the word skydiving or skydive. Tell me what I could add to this story. Sorry if there were spelling mistakes because I was rushed.
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