The thrill of thrills. It always has in the past. During your bold escapades you've noticed that miniature observer perched on your shoulder writing observations of your reactions. Eyes too wide, heart-rate too fast. Mixed in with exhilaration is one part too many of fright.
Life grades hard. . .
The altitude is now 5,200 . . . At 3,700' you move your hand to the rip cord D-ring. If the chute fails there's 20 sec. You get nervous and pull the rip cord early. Appears to be having some second thoughts about the escapade.