It was one fine day and it was the day for skydiving. My mum gave me some vouchers for my birthday. I drove to the airport it took an extremely long time to get there. I'm going skydiving with my friend William. Knock, knock, knock here he is I'm so excited.
The day is finally here. I woke up and did all my jobs at 5 am and drove off to Dubai's skydiving centre. It was a very cold icy morning and I finally. The men were already waiting for us, they put the harness on me and william. I was worrying about whether the parachute strings would or if the the parachute wouldn't open. William said " that won't happen "
We walked towards the plane. I could smell the diesel coming out of the plane. We sat in our seats and the pilot took off. We were flying in the air but then I saw a first aid kit 10 of them and that really worried me. I asked the pilot "do many people get hurt skydiving?" He replied "oh sometimes if your parachute doesn't open because those teenagers play with the harnesses and muck up the parachutes, but you'll be right." We were already nervous enough.
Then he yelled time to jump 3,2,1 and I'm off flying in mid air with William on my back. I never thought this could happen. We pulled the parachute and we went slower and slower and I landed safely on the ground. I was glad to be back on earth. My ears were popping and I drove back home to tell my my family about my adventure.
By - Holly
