When I saw, the ground below I felt like backing out. I just remembered that I had made a long trip for the experience, so I had to do it. I asked myself what could be the worst thing that could happen. Something in my mind kept telling me not to do it, but somehow the voices next to me kept saying I could do it. When they started counting down from 6 to 1 that was my queue to jump. I had only watched such thing in movies. I believed that it was impossible to jump down the river like in the movies. I imagined myself screaming like a possessed person fighting imaginary ghosts.