Kenya, 2004. Climbing to the top of a small mountain I never thought I was going to make it up. I sprinted the last 100 or so metres up to the summit through cloud forest and the trees opened up to the most amazing view. So exhilarating. That whole day was unreal. Ran down that mountain after our Masai guide, drank a cold Kenyan beer on top of a massive rock overlooking miles and miles of Acacia trees, catching the occasional fleeting glimpse of Elephants or Giraffe picking their way through as the sun set. I never thought the real Africa would live up to Africa I'd seen in nature documentaries...then it did.

Probably the first time my dad visited us after the divorce. He had been gone for a while and I was still too young to understand the permanence of the change. I can recall every detail of how the living room looked, down to the dust swirling in the afternoon light streaming from the bay windows. It's one of the few full color memories I have from childhood.