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First time I jumped was static. It was a clear, sunny day, by the time we got up in the air (5 to 10 min) it had turned dark and windy. We jumped anyway, the wind blew me out over a retention pond( I cant swim) I did everything I could remember from that class to steer my butt away from over that pond. Instead I went over some guys cornfield.
I was too excited to pay attention, the instructor was shouting "flair,flair!!!" in the radio . I was thinking that I was higher up than I was (odd depth perception), by the time I started to flair it was too late, I hit the ground hard. I could here the instructor shout to someone to "get the F out there because that guy is hurt" . After that he said he knew I wasn't dead/hurt cause he could hear me laughing.
I stood up and I could see my friends running toward me. I look around and I am standing in what looks to be 1ft tall cornrows, next thing I know the wind knocks me down and is dragging me thru the cornfield headed towards the retention pond. Being dragged hurt more than the fall. I ditched the 'chute and that the only damage I had were some cuts and bruises( and a good story to tell).
I went skydiving again but it was tandum. I dont think they do teather in IL anymore.
bryan
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