First parachute jump
Since my childhood I dreamed of jumping with a parachute. I was able to realize this dream when I started earning money myself. I registered with the local air club, began to study the parachute and the stages of preparation for jumping. These were very interesting classes on sites with special simulators, as well as theoretical training in classes. I want to note that this air club of military direction, has been functioning since 1927, prepares pilots and paratroopers. At one time, my grandfather also worked here. I always wanted to be like him!
On the day of my first jump the morning sky was overcast, but by the time the wind had dispersed all the clouds and had died down. The weather was perfect. We dressed parachutes, built, instructed, and then went to the plane that was waiting for us with the engine running. It was an old, reliable AN-2 Antonov. When I got on board, my knees began to rub slightly and my pulse increased. The plane took off, rose higher and higher. Everyone looked at the beauty of our nature - fields, trees and rivers. The altimeter reached 800 meters, the instructor announced that we are approaching the landing site. The future paratroopers a little fussed - it was the board of the newcomers. The door opened, I was the first to jump, because I was sitting next to it. I made myself stand up and approach this abyss! Pushed out with all my strength and jumped, after a couple of seconds the roar of the plane was not audible. There was a silence, looked up, convinced that the parachute had successfully opened. Next to me in the sky dropped other paratroopers, at a distance of 50 m one after another. Closer to the ground correctly grouped and successfully landed. I was so filled with emotions that I could not speak properly ... it was my first jump!
Such adrenaline, as in the sky, I nowhere else received. It was necessary to return and continue to engage in this exciting sport - parachutism!
