G'Day Bill, my first jump was mostly blissfull ignorance, as part of my special forces selection course it was a "water jump" out the back of a Caribou into the Hume Weir, as we only had around 20 minutes of formal instruction by an SAS Sergeant in the unit gymnasium before getting into the aircraft.
It was a nice sunny winters day, we got up to 1000 feet and I was the first out of the aircraft. I remember the wonderful sight of my canopy deploying, and slowly turning around in the breeze, watching the other guys in my stick jumping out.
It was very quiet, so quiet that I could hear the guys in the Zodiacs talking on the water, hundreds of feet below. It seemed like quite a long time before I hit the water, but it was only about 1 minute. As soon as my toes hit the water I popped both capewells (releasing the harness from the canopy) and disappeared under the water.
I re-emerged, and was dragged into the boat, then got back in the aircraft and did it again. great fun. Sadly, my first jump onto land (during my parachute course) was not as much fun, a 200 pound man hits the ground with some force, and I remember not enjoying the experience much at all.
Have a good one Bill, Cheers, Terry.