yeah…it would happen to me…

On my first jump out I had a parachute malfunction. I didn’t panic and kicked my way out of it.  Scared the shit out of me though. It was good it happened though, showed me how I do in an emergency situation, but when I saw all those lines crossed, I was like, “NO FUCKING WAY! NOT ON MY FIRST FUCKING JUMP!”
My first thought was, “No I am not going to have my first cut away on my first jump!” I grabbed the lines and pulled them apart and just kicked myself around until the lines unraveled and the chute opened up all the way.  Talk about a feeling of accomplishment. I was sort of hoping for that to happen after about 30 or so jumps. Yeah, not this girl.

And by the way…the earth is a VERY hard planet and not very forgiving.  I broke my toe on that same first jump.
So when I say I am covered from head to toe in bruises…I mean it.

I see a new folder in my pictures. “Kristine’s skydiving injuries.”