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 actually 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.

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.