My project

             I had just finished stuffing my face with food, but it was time to send my 11 year old self on a unforgettable journey. I hopped in my mom's van and continued to drive to our local ski mountain, Baldy, that consists of 3,000 vertical feet. Normally I don’t pay too much attention to the huge mountain located right next to town, and I especially don't pay attention to it when it's summer and there is no snow to be skied. However, on this day, my parents were allowing their son, fresh out of fifth grade, to go paragliding off Baldy.

            It didn't occur to me then what paragliding was exactly, but being raised and taught to seek any kind of adrenaline rush from a young age, I was enticed to try out a "new thing." With high spirits, I climbed into a truck that would take me up to the top of the mountain. Once at the top, the pilot that I would be flying tandem with set up the sail. Before I knew it, I was running off the slopes that I usually ski on with a paragliding sail strapped on to me. I saw my feet slowly lift up from the ground, and before I knew it, I was flying.

            I was having the time of my life up in the air; however, I started to feel slightly sick. I quickly told my instructor that I wasn't feeling well, but my motion sickness had kicked into full effect, and acting quickly, I leaned forward and began to throw up. My flying time was cut short in order to get me out of the air and back to the safety of the ground.

            However, that was the past. Now that I'm 18, I've chosen to go down to Santa Barbara for 2 weeks to learn how to paraglide by myself for my senior project. It's a daring project, but I feel that I will be able to succeed in it.

Success

i have created a blog -_-