I wish I was hang-gliding.
I've never been, but I imagine it would be amazing. Feeling the air rushing against my body as I do everything I can just to be more like the birds, more like the animals whose wings we clip and whom we keep encaged.
It's funny how we always reach for playing God. Trying to master gravity through technology, trying to keep animals alive in our own homes. Even if we have pets as simple as fish, it's often a bigger hassle to keep their water balanced enough for them than it is to keep ourselves alive.
But He created everything the way it should be. The fish survive in the ocean just fine without worries of pH...except for when we're the ones who caused the imbalance. And as awesome as it is that we can get past gravity, sending huge machinary through the air and even to the moon, we're always behind perfection.