"...Everyone clear?" Natalie shouts to the group, everyone nods, and the instructors double check the straps on their gear. She turns to me " remember to give us to the count of 5 and then follow us out." I nod and attach a GoPro to my helmet and another to a hand strap velcroed to my glove.

It's hard to remember a time I wasn't interested in cameras and photography. It's been all I could count on and I like the idea of a freeze frame and a captured moment in time. Ever since a camera saved mom and me from my father, I feel I owe it to cameras to be fascinated with them.  Although lately I've been so uninterested and haven't felt the usual passion with it.

As the door slides open to the side of the plane the pairs hold to straps and Natalie tells them when to go, I hit record on the head cam as the first pair steps up its Cody and the little boy, Erin. His sister Amelia who is strapped to Josh smiles and waves to him. 

"Ready bud?!" Cody yells over the noise of the wind and turbines.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" he yells looking over at me and smiling and waving, I snap a picture and smile back, he's the sweetest little thing ever. Natalie gives them a thumbs up and Cody squats and jumps out. The next pair is The boy's father and Trace, they smile as I snap pictures and they are out. Then its Josh and Ameilia,  Amber and the Mother, and then Nat steps up.

"Gimme to the count of 3 then follow us out!" I nodded and she heads out.

I count to 3 and stand in the door, we're so high up but I've never been very afraid of the jumps, not even if they were dangerous, to the group I'm a dare-devil.....I suppose I'm considering I almost jumped with a faulty pull cord.  I snap a picture of the gang from above and then I hop out. Maybe this time I'll just hit the ground...........



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A/N OOOOOOHHHHH BOY GUYS I'm such an unmotivated person lol, dont worry thursdays are gonna be post days from now on.......maybe....... ;P such a short chapter


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