The day came around rather quickly and suddenly I was preparing to drive to Headcorn airfield for my skydive. The week leading up to it I was waiting for the anxiety to start, for the whirl in the pit of your stomach and the feeling of regret but it never came. I was so much more anxious about meeting my sponsorship target. Thanks to all the wonderful people that supported me I even exceeded it. So the day arrived and it was an early start. We headed off at 6.30am in order to get to Kent for 8am. The drive was tense with a car full (my husband, mum and children came to support me) but the tension was coming from my husband who seemed to be far more concerned than I was. As with almost every car journey we take we missed a crucial junction and had to drive an extra 20 miles with my husband cursing that we would be late. So after a bit of a detour we arrived about the same time as my four fellow skydivers from work. We signed in and filled out the relevant forms and then got call