For my 26th birthday, I decided the best way to enter my "late twenties" would be to jump out of a perfectly good plane at 13,500 feet. This experience was beyond rewarding. I realized if I can overcome my fear of heights, I can do anything.
I was surprisingly not nervous at all, even when standing on the edge of the plane with the door open. But that first 45 seconds after jumping was terrifying and crazy fun, all at the same time. This is a once in a lifetime experience that I am so glad I did. Here are a few pictures.