Getting my butt kicked by a bunch of snow. Who knew it was a thing?!
The joy of the Mountain Bike road trip.
I had no idea the price of a life nor how wrong I was, for I did not see the Nazgul in its true form, to the point where I wished for death
Fear and getting over it.
Well, sort of.
Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
Let me tell you this; the heart is a fickle ally.