My father had always told me to there were three types of people in this world; the brave, the innocent, and the cowards. He told me that to be respected in life, you need to be brave. I wasn’t really a brave person, I was more of the innocent type of person. But in order to make my father understand me and make him accept me, I would have to become one of the brave.

Since my dad wanted me to become one of the brave people, he requested that we go skydiving. I really didn’t want to do this because I’m afraid of heights.  Either my dad didn’t care or he just didn’t know.Either way we went up on the plane and while up in the plane, I thought I would just jump and get it over with. Hopefully then, my dad would think I’m brave. When I was about to jump, something happened to the plane, some sort of malfunction. Suddenly the plane started falling from the sky, down, down. That was the moment I had to jump out.

To be continued…