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.
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