When my husband and I decided to go on a nice trip to a tropical island, I didn’t guess what I was getting myself into! I thought it was just going to be peaceful and relaxing, just resting on the beach enjoying a nice holiday. But no, he wanted to do a lot of stuff that was a little intense for me. The first thing he wanted to do was to go parasailing. I have never done this before so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. When they hooked myself and others up to it though and the two of us made the choice to go on our way, I was practically screaming it was so intense for me! Just when I thought that was enough, then he wanted to go windsurfing. I figured this couldn’t be as bad, but it was pretty terrifying and I kept falling off my surfboard. After all this, I was thankful that the two of us had a honestly fantastic climate control system back at our hotel room. She wanted to relax on the beach after all that, although I just wanted to get back to our room, take an ice freezing shower and adore the good air conditioning. I honestly had enough for the 1 morning. Well, the next morning he wanted to go skydiving! I asked his if he was deranged and he was reminding myself and others that the two of us only live once. Well, I want to live and not die early! While he honestly wanted myself and others to go skydiving, I could not do it. There was no way I was jumping out of a plane. All kinds of things could go wrong like the parachute not opening, and not to mention I was deathly afraid of heights. I decided to just let his go while I stayed back at the hotel room with the good air conditioning.