I remember that feeling of exhiliration.
On a mate's dad's property, running with the sheep. He didn't have bulls, so we had to make do.
Oh, the heady, wild and reckless days of my youth!
There's nothing wrong with having a taste for adventure.
I still remember, vividly, the time I jumped out of an aeroplane.
It was the most terrifying three foot drop of my life.
(Does this guy ever run out of "Dad" jokes?).
