The tall mountains around the town,
Grow larger as I fall down.
The air pushes me away from the ground
Hopefully I don't get blown upside down!

The guide taps me on the shoulder,
I hope none of the gears come out of their holders!
The photographer grabs my hands,
I wonder what my face will look like when we land!

The cold air makes me shake,
I hope we don't land in the nearby lake!
The parachute flies out of its pack,
I am shocked by the force that pulls on my back!

We start to drift down to land,
My arms adjust along with my hands.
It's good the parachute is still holding up,
Fortunately, I haven't throw-up!

Finally, we prepare to land,
The experience I had was very grand.
The photographer's camera makes a flicker,
I can't wait to see all my pictures!

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