Blog 3

The plane door opens and I am hit with a big gust of air. The air was cool and refreshing, an air I can not even desribe, but as I think about what I am about to do I get hit with mixed emotions. Am I going to die? And holy shit this is going to be so freaking amazing! Then suddenly I hear Brian ask me if I was ready? He did not even give me a chance to respond. Next thing I know I am standing on the platform connected to the plane and I am standing under the wing. I look down and all I see is green and some tan which I am thinking is grass and dirt roads. The wind is blowing so hard my hair is blow all over the place. We start to rock. We rocked three times and suddenly my feet had nothing under them. I am now parallel to the ground. My eyes are closed so tight, I feel weightless. I feel Brian tapping my shoulder but I paid no attention to it, I feel him tap me again and I don`t remember what he told me to do, then the third time I finally remember I let go of my harness and I feel like I am flying. I open my eyes and see the ground it was like I was just flowing, I was not getting any closer to the earth. I look in front of me and I see blue skies and clouds. The view of the sky and clouds is so different when your flowing through the air, even different from flying in an airplane. I can feel my heart pumping so hard with aderaline. During free fall I screamed almost the whole time, I know I screamed at the top of my lungs out of excitment and joy but I could not hear my own scream because the air flowing so fast past my ears drown out all noises. My mind is free of thoughts I was just enjoying the moment. I was living in the moment.


I don't know if I am on the right track or not??

Blog 2

After reading through the list of things I wrote in class I came across a few good ideas that I think I might want to write about.

The experiences that I went through that I might want to write about are: skydiving, getting my first tattoo, the day I put my dog down, or when my brother moved to California. 

Blog 1

When registering for this class I thought this class was going to kind of like writing autobiographies. I had no idea what creative non-finction was going to be about. Now that we had class I think I have a better idea of what creative non-fiction is going to be like.

My definition of creative non-fiction:
An essay/story about something that has happen to you and the things you felt, saw, touch, smelt, and heard. But instead of just telling the story you are showing the story. When writing you use descriptive words so that they can create a picture in their head of what you are telling them. The essay/story has to have to all be true, if you don't know what someone is thinking then you cannot write it, and you don't want to exaggerate the true to make it a better story.