Hey guys! Sorry for not "blogging" much recently. My life has been pretty slow. But I do have an interesting experience to share with you....
On Saturday, my sisters, a couple of friends, and I decided to go paint balling. I was excited. Paint balling seemed like such a hardcore thing. I thought I could handle it. I was a bit apprehensive about the amount of pain I would have to suffer with each bullet, but my older sister told me that they put the pressure really low for beginners. That calmed my nerves a bit. I didn't know how much I was supposed to bundle up. Online, it said to only wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt, but it never said anything about sweatshirts and sweaters. So I assumed from the lack of thick clothing required that the pressure would be really low. Plus, I didn't want to bundle up because it was sweltering hot outside. I was already sweating buckets in a long sleeve shirt.
When we got to Santa Clara Paintballing, one of the first things I saw was an ambulance. That was probably a sign that I ignored. We quickly checked in and got our equipment: a mask, chest guard, and a gun. Everyone wanted to enter their first game, so we hastily got the equipment together and started our first game.
It was creepy.
It was so much more war-like that I expected. We were hiding behind fake castle walls and shooting at the opposing team. I was shot out of the first game when a yellow paintball hit me in the face, on my goggles. Pathetic, I know, to be hit on the face. Did I really not see that coming?
After our first game, we were all really hungry, so we got pizza and ate about four slices each, just to regain enough energy to enter our second game.
The next couple games I didn't get shot at all. But, I don't think it was due to my awesome paint balling finesse, but more to me hiding behind tall pieces of wood. In my last game, I was finally hit by a paintball. And let me say this: The people who work at Santa Clara Paintballing are liars. They said it wouldn't hurt, but....
it hurt. Really freaking bad.
So that ended my paint balling experience. When I got back home, I saw that I had a big red and purple bruise on the back of my thigh.
Life is just full of surprises, huh?
On Saturday, my sisters, a couple of friends, and I decided to go paint balling. I was excited. Paint balling seemed like such a hardcore thing. I thought I could handle it. I was a bit apprehensive about the amount of pain I would have to suffer with each bullet, but my older sister told me that they put the pressure really low for beginners. That calmed my nerves a bit. I didn't know how much I was supposed to bundle up. Online, it said to only wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt, but it never said anything about sweatshirts and sweaters. So I assumed from the lack of thick clothing required that the pressure would be really low. Plus, I didn't want to bundle up because it was sweltering hot outside. I was already sweating buckets in a long sleeve shirt.
When we got to Santa Clara Paintballing, one of the first things I saw was an ambulance. That was probably a sign that I ignored. We quickly checked in and got our equipment: a mask, chest guard, and a gun. Everyone wanted to enter their first game, so we hastily got the equipment together and started our first game.
It was creepy.
It was so much more war-like that I expected. We were hiding behind fake castle walls and shooting at the opposing team. I was shot out of the first game when a yellow paintball hit me in the face, on my goggles. Pathetic, I know, to be hit on the face. Did I really not see that coming?
After our first game, we were all really hungry, so we got pizza and ate about four slices each, just to regain enough energy to enter our second game.
The next couple games I didn't get shot at all. But, I don't think it was due to my awesome paint balling finesse, but more to me hiding behind tall pieces of wood. In my last game, I was finally hit by a paintball. And let me say this: The people who work at Santa Clara Paintballing are liars. They said it wouldn't hurt, but....
it hurt. Really freaking bad.
So that ended my paint balling experience. When I got back home, I saw that I had a big red and purple bruise on the back of my thigh.
Life is just full of surprises, huh?
you are soooooooooooooooo lucky!!!!! i've always wanted to go paint balling!!!!!!!!!! that sounds fun but probably is scary.
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niice :) mannat told me :(
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Haha yeah :)
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I recommend you go in the winter next time, so you wouldn't mind bundling up.