“Smile!” shouted my tandem master, Mike, as my feet dangled over the edge of the plane. In that split second I was nervously excited as I looked down at Lake Taupo. Before I could change my mind, I was already free falling from 15,000 feet. The cold air hit my face, rushed through my windpipe and into lungs. I could only describe the feeling as everything my logical brain should tell me not to do, yet I did it anyway. Rebel.

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