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Father/Son Skydiving

My first jump was back in 2018. My father and I took our ground school class together at Skydive Cincinnati, where we both did our first jumps.

Adter my first three jumps, I did not jump another four years. I was living nomadically and it got pushed to the back burner.

In the winter of 2020 I came back home to Ohio, when my father was unexpectedly diagnosed with cancer at the age of 64. Before he passed he thanked me for asking him to go skydiving. He said that it was something he always wanted to do, and he felt that I should pursue it further.

In 2021 I moved to Orlando to go to a technical school. In one of my classes, I had met a skydiver named Jake. Coincidentally, his family founded the same dropzone my father and I jumped at.

Jake suggested that I check out Skydive City in Zephyrhills.

At this time I was already living living my car, while going to school. I was living off my savings from odd jobs and mechanical projects.

The day I graduated from my Technical school, I drove to Skydivine City and started camping in the parking lot.

I restarted my entire AFF journey from scratch, and Noah was one of my instructors. There is a reason why Zephyrhills is known around the world, and I believe the quality of the training is a direct reflection of that. I am now on my way to having my B license

My entire life has been based on impulse decisions, and some decisions have been better than others. I believe that coming to Skydive City has been one of the most transformational and rewarding experiences thus far.



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