Creative writing - Challenge or Risk

Nearly everyone would get that odd thought "Skydiving would be great to do". Well, that’s what I imagined at least for myself. But I’ll tell you now the feeling of regret changed immediately as soon as I finished almost peeing myself from shock. But at that moment as I opened my eyes. The sickness began. I sat there studying the scary plane. The extreme shaking didn’t help me at all though when I was untangling but then re-tangling myself up in the parachute bag and harnesses. After finally getting geared up it was time.

The adrenaline I felt was racing through me a million miles an hour. The feel of the wind gushing into me, making me nearly lose my balance, urging me to stumble backward. Appears like a million-meter drop was right under my toes, as I clutched to the side rails along the open door frame for my life, the hesitation overpowered me to stand as still as I could for as long as possible. Even the winds couldn't nudge me. But the words I dreaded with fear broke my statue-like body. Are you ready to drop?. 

Adrenaline, distraught, anxiety. All blended into one body. Mine. Did you want us to count you down?. The next worst words I did not want to hear. But I couldn't bring myself to jump. Eventually, I couldn't stand there forever so I went for the next worst option. Getting pushed. As I stood at the opening of the plane, my heart was almost out of my chest, waiting for at least someone around me to count down or give some sort of warning. But just as I ask what was gonna happen I feel a powerful thud on my back and I go flying forward, my face waving its fat everywhere making me look like one of those droopy faced dogs out a window of a car.

I panic at the start to the point where I forgot what I needed to do, but as I struggle back to my thoughts, I pull myself together and try to straighten up so I don’t seem like I’ll go face-first into the ground.