Imagine you're 10,000 feet in the air and suddenly the door to the plane you're on opens.

That's what happened to me, Jordan, except it was planned and I enjoyed every moment of it.

That's right, I went skydiving with Rocky Mountain Skydive in La Salle. It was a tandem jump meaning that I was attached to a professional skydiver.

First, the team gears up, this is where you put on and tighten a harness. This is when the nerves start because now it's real.

Next, they talk you through what to do while in the air, i.e. DON'T FREAK OUT. Easily said, but I wasn't sure how I would be in the air.

Then we loaded up in the plane, we take off, and it's about the most gut-wrenching 20 minutes because NOW it's really real.

Now the jump. I went second, and I can tell you my heart was RACING. There's a step on the side of the plane, you place your foot on it and then you just jump.

The free fall didn't last as long as I thought it would. It was really loud, the wind was rushing, pushing my cheeks around and drying out my mouth as I scream.

The landing was honestly the scariest part in my opinion because you are meeting the ground so quickly.

Everything went off without a hitch. I survived and I'm already planning my next jump with Rocky Mountain Skydive.