When we are unfamiliar with something, we may feel nervous and fearful. The help of others is a good way to make us pull through. I write for a big newspaper, and I wanted to write a story about parachute jumping. To make it a realistic as well as exciting story, I decided that I first had to make a jump myself. Unfortunately, I am not good at any sport of any kind, let alone parachute jumping. My friend Mr. Smith was willing to give me a hand. He took me to a ground school. The first day's training included several hours of instruction but not my first drop from an airplane. For this, I had to wait until the following morning. The next morning, after a hurried, anxious breakfast, I was taken to the airfield. There, two heavy parachutes were put on my back. Then I was asked to make my way to a small plane which had just stopped slowly on the runway. Once on the plane, it was soon climbing. I began to feel nervous. As we reached one thousand meters, Harry, my teacher, hooked a line from my parachute to a steel ring inside the plane. The line was to pull my parachute open after I jumped. "Get ready, Henry," Harry said. I moved carefully to the door. I wanted to cry, "No, no, no!" but no word came. "Jump!" Harry called out loudly. "Jump!" To my surprise, kicking like a frog, I did jump. Away from the plane, and down, down I fell. It worked! The air seemed to hold me up. I was very happy. Then I felt a quick pull. My big parachute had opened! It was like the best surprise I'd ever had. I looked down. There were rivers, trees, fields and houses. I heard the soft sound of the air. This was fun!
When we are unfamiliar with something , we may feel nervous and fearful . The help of others is a good way to make us pull through . I write for a big newspaper , and I wanted to write a story about parachute jumping . To make it a realistic as well as exciting story , I decided that I first had to make a jump myself . Unfortunately , I am not good at any sport of any kind , let alone parachute jumping . My friend Mr. Smith was willing to give me a hand . He took me to a ground school . The first day 's training included several hours of instruction but not my first drop from an airplane . For this , I had to wait until the following morning . The next morning , after a hurried , anxious breakfast , I was taken to the airfield . There , two heavy parachutes were put on my back . Then I was asked to make my way to a small plane which had just stopped slowly on the runway . Once on the plane , it was soon climbing . I began to feel nervous . As we reached one thousand meters , Harry , my teacher , hooked a line from my parachute to a steel ring inside the plane . The line was to pull my parachute open after I jumped . " Get ready , Henry , " Harry said . I moved carefully to the door . I wanted to cry , " No , no , no ! " but no word came . " Jump ! " Harry called out loudly . " Jump ! " To my surprise , kicking like a frog , I did jump . Away from the plane , and down , down I fell . It worked ! The air seemed to hold me up . I was very happy . Then I felt a quick pull . My big parachute had opened ! It was like the best surprise I 'd ever had . I looked down . There were rivers , trees , fields and houses . I heard the soft sound of the air . This was fun !
How did the writer feel after he jumped out of the plane?
How did the writer feel after he jumped out of the plane ?
Happy
Happy