That definately brings back some memories. Just watching the video brings back the feeling of my heart feeling like it was going to leap out of my neck while climbing to 13,000ft.

The initial sensation of your body leaving the plane has to be the best part. If being recorded one must resist the urge to go fetal or frantically doggie paddle.

Of course, for my first jump I was strapped to some tie dyed, hippie dude everyone called "Johnny 9 Lives". How reassuring.

We left the plane by doing several front flips before going into our arch. It was effin' radical.

Terrified of heights myself so the two times I've gone are enough for me. No sense in tempting fate