Editorial

Making lists is probably one of my favourite things to do, I can do it in my sleep. I've spent many hours filling up pages in my planner, detangling the knots I've made in my brain trying to figure out how I can fit in over twenty hours of work in a few hours.

However, the one list I've never thought to make was a bucket list. Be it due to its uncertain nature or my overall sense of cynicism, bucket lists never appealed to me too much.

I got to ride in a helicopter recently. I even got to sit next to the pilot, and look at my city, along with a few others, from five hundred feet above the ground. And I'll tell you what I told everyone who asked me, it truly is better than you can imagine.

We saw flocks of white birds, possibly pigeons, fly together in perfect harmony. We chased the shadow of the helicopter and giggled like little kids when a shift in altitude gave us a tingly feeling in our gut. It was wonderful, and it made me think that maybe making a bucket list wouldn't be the worst.

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