The cool breath of air from the ocean caressed your face in the gray early morning light. You leaned precariously on the edge of the ferry’s deck and watched as the dark water slid way under you.

The Sydney morning was chilly and you shrugged your jumper closer. Your mom had agreed to let you come all the way out to this side of Sydney only after much begging, pleading, bargaining, and the agreement to drive your little sister to soccer practice for the rest of the year.