I put on my white sweater with black stripes, like a stylish zebra. My leather pants shone so brightly they almost served as a mirror. The heavy scarf gave me that "I'm not ready for adventures" look, while the leather boots promised comfort and warmth nothing to do with swimming pools.

I opened the door and there it was: the pool--not with water, but completely filled with shaving cream. It looked like a sea of fluffy, fragrant clouds. I looked at my perfectly styled outfit. I looked at that giant foam. And the foam won.

I took a step then another and suddenly--Plop!--I plunged into that white ocean.

But the most epic part was the sensation of swimming in a giant mound of whipped cream. I completely surrendered. In the end, I looked like an elegant dessert that had escaped from the pastry shop.

And you know the worst part? I had so much fun that, if they let me, I would dive in again.