‘The bird! The bird! Watch out for the bird!’

It was all I could think to myself as I hurled through the air, heading straight for the ground. The world spun around me, a blur of trees, water, and wind. I began to see the greenery of Bali opening up beneath me. I grabbed hold of the string of my parachute, pulled and… nothing.

 

Free-falling, I flashed back to the time I flew off the back of a jet ski in Cancun, plunging down into the deep waters of the foreign ocean, just as people began to scream, “Shark!”. Facing death sure can make someone reflect.  I think of the time I scarfed down seven and a half chicken 'boom boom' slices in Fire Island; or when I nearly lit a gondola on fire right in the middle of Venice, Italy.

 

As I begin to reminisce on my wildest experiences, pizza overload included, I slowly realize that an overzealous imagination is actually the best one.  

 

Not to say these things didn’t happen, but the question left now for you to ponder is,

 

which ones did?