Jumped out of another plane.

It was actually the same plane, but you get the idea.

The first time?  Your brain is micro-memorizing things, and you do stuff wrong.

The second time, you have your little list of ‘to-do’ and your brain has something other than panic to work with.

This time went a lot faster, I can tell you.

But I did steer better.  Though I might have steered us toward some of the other skydivers.  The guys in charge won’t tell you, but my instructor dude (Christian Young, this time) sure made a yelp and steered us around again when I suddenly made a hard left that one time, and my uncle passed through my wake, apparently.  Never knew parachutes caused much of a a wake, one way or the other.  How about that.