In the morning, I followed the travel agency to the top of the mountain. A coach teased me and said to me, "Love you, baby" and put on the skydiving equipment and flew up before I was ready. In the sky, my coach kept asking me "Are you ok" and always wanted to vomit, but I still insisted on saying "I''m fine, thank you". I'm afraid of spitting down on the ground and falling overhead on a behemoth