If I do something, it's always 90% obvious and 10% unknown.
I feel at home up in the air, just like sailors do at sea and climbers do in the mountains.
I always had the dream of flying, and the cheapest way is to become a skydiver.
I want to find a nice decent job as a helicopter pilot.
I would've never dreamt that my skydive would trigger such gushing enthusiasm. I still don't really understand exactly what I've accomplished, although I always suspected it would be a truly spectacular moment.
That spin became so violent, it was hard to know how to get out of it. I was able to get it under control and break the speed of sound...I could feel myself break the speed of sound. I could feel the air building up and then I hit it.