Slowly, I peeked out through my fingers that covered my eyes. I felt the wind blow hard against my face.  My legs dangled from my body, with the ocean 1200 feet below. The harness was tightly secured around my body, but I felt anything but secure. My adventure-seeking boyfriend was strapped next to me, completely relaxed with a big smile on his face, but I was too busy fighting flashbacks from my last parasailing adventure.

See, I was traumatized from the last time I parasailed when I was 15 years old. All was going well during that ride until the driver of the boat slowed down and decided to dip me down into the water. Seems fun, right? Well, little did he know that I was being submerged into a school of jellyfish! I started waving and flailing like a crazy woman, trying to signal to lift me back up, but he thought I was just having a great time and waved back. Thanks, Mr. Boat driver, for the bazillion jellyfish stings! Thus, I vowed to never parasail again.