I’m in South Australia, a metre away from a Great White Shark surrounded by blood and bait.
I’m under a woollen blanket, resting my head on a sand dune in the Sahara Desert looking up at shooting stars until I fall asleep.
I’m in Guatemala and I’ve completed a 12 hour bus journey that should have taken 5. There’s no beds available so I sleep in the roof of a bar in the jungle.
I’m in Thailand walking a fully grown tiger on a leash.
I’m suspended between two mountains over a lake from a gondola in Switzerland. I’ve just done a 15,000ft sky dive and now about to jump out and plummet 450 feet attached to a bungee chord.
It’s just struck midnight. The Sydney Harbour Bridge explodes with fireworks and I’ve got the perfect view.
I’m on the Eurostar just popping to Paris for lunch on the Champs-Élysées.
There’s a thunderstorm. I take my top off and dance in the rain.
I’m in Australia and just made my first dollars online. I’m officially being paid to write.
I’m in Mexico and I don’t know it at the time but I’ve just made friends for life. I’ve also gained a fish taco addiction.
I’m floating. I’m in a light aircraft and have just experienced zero gravity.
I’m in Bali. I’ve just had my first ever steak and more importantly I’ve just caught my first wave. I can surf.
I’m riding on a horse called Chippy. We’re climbing an active volcano together.
I’m in Aiya Napa, eating pizza and climbing roofs for a better view.
I’m 13. I’m awkward, shy, skinny, nervous and unconfident. I’m wondering whether life gets any better.