It took about an hour. Wheeled aircraft. We made ready to jump, putting on nearly every twenty pounds overweight. I felt sluggish astronaut who landed somewhere on the lunar surface. The Commander announced that the first jump athletes, in order to verify the situation and show us how things should happen. Click cerebral palsy for additional related pages. Athletes landed, but we do not jump distance, as the wind increased and exceeded the permissible 5 m / sec.

Stretched long minutes waiting. It was getting cold and uninteresting. We, in full uniform, lay on the 'canvas field' as the inverted sea turtles, beached merciless waves. It took another hour and a half, back ached from the weight. The instructor said that if a few minutes the wind blows over, the jump will suffer for another day. But apparently, the Lord took pity on us and the wind began to lightly abate. Hooray! Skydiving allowed! We quickly boarded the plane.

'For maize', outside which seemed to us quite a lot, inside was rather small. All of their seats and the plane began to slowly climb. I fixedly watched the rapidly changing across the landscape of the porthole. As if spellbound, I admired the pink-and-turquoise sky, generously strewn with intricately-cirrus clouds. This was truly a picture 'unearthly' beauty! But then he gave way to fascination anxiety: the aircraft to enter the 'battle' position is made a turn, and the horizon began to float away somewhere to the side. Brain instantly responded to such a precarious our position in space – there was a the very, faint, trembling adrenaline feeling.