Some would argue that jumping out of a perfectly good plane is absolutely insane. But just a few weeks ago, my dad, sister, cousin, and I, did just that. It was a day that changed my life forever and one that I will never forget.

As we headed out onto the tarmack, my nerves were uncontrollable and the thought of what I was about to do was overwhelming. But with my trusty instructor Ned by my side, I convinced myself that there was nothing to worry about.

This was my first taste of the fresh air at 13,000 ft, and it was the single greatest rush of adrenaline I have ever experienced, and may well be the greatest I will ever experience.

Freefalling.