Aaron and I went on a little getaway to Ogden, Utah, this weekend for a little belated b-day celebrating. I gave Aaron a gift certificate to iFly, a skydiving simulation company, that supposedly makes you feel like you "are really skydiving."
Our instructor gave us a quick lesson on hand signals that he would use in the wind tunnel to help us fly correctly, suited us up in a jumpsuit, kneepads, the tightest goggles I've ever worn, earplugs, and a helmet, and said, "Now, let's go have some fun. Don't forget to smile!" Well, everyone in our group was a little bit nervous. Who wouldn't be with all that safety gear on? I had visions of falling flat on my head and sustaining severe neck injuries, crippling myself for life. Wouldn't that be a great story to tell.
"Vanessa, why are you paralyzed from the neck down?"
"Well . . . I was in this wind tunnel, PRETENDING to sky dive, and somehow fell on my head. It's never happened to anyone before or since!"
With these thoughts in my head, I stepped into the wind tunnel, stuck my arms out in front of me, and I . . . SMILED!!! I followed the instructor's directions to a 'T'! I never stopped smiling. Because my mouth is partially open when I smile, I ended up with a severely dry throat and sore cheeks. The good news is . . . I didn't fall on my head.
In the video, please notice Aaron's noticeable lack of enjoyment, and then compare that to my scary perma-grin. Who do you think is having more fun?!