All of my jumps were static line. The first few jumps, I was so occupied on proper technique, there was little time to be scared or little time to enjoy the view and full experience. The noise, the rush, the breeze, the counting, then silence. Being up there, seeing your peers before and after you. After a few jumps, it hits you. You realize you are doing something many never have the opportunity to experience. Knowing you are living the dream. You are doing it! Planning your landing spot, lowering your gear, feet and knees together, eyes over the horizon, pull down those riser to your chest, don't look down! Let it be a surprise and do your PLF in textbook style. You instinctively get up and double check everything. You're OK, you made it. You're part of a family now. When's the next jump? Hollywood, night jumps, combat equipment, water jumps? Side door, tailgate, prop vs jet, helicopter, each a little different but the same in the end. Singing blood on the risers at the top of your lungs while waiting for the next stick to load. It's not for everyone. It's fight or flight. Some do their 5 (or less) and decide it's not for them. Some say if you aren't scared, you're dangerous. It's normal, but you can take it head on. Only you can motivate yourself to take that fear and use it to your advantage.
Good luck in your ventures.
