If there was any moment in my life where I wished time would freeze it would have been this one. Most of the time when somebody says something along those lines it's because they love their moment so much that they don't want to escape it. But what I meant was, I wished time would freeze so I wouldn't have to go ahead with what I was about to do. Or even have the next few hours of my life skipped; that would have been okay too.

But on this day, I learnt that it is the moments we fear, and the moments we conquer that make it into such a beautiful memory.

After being betrayed by someone who signed me up to go ziplining on a 700-meter line, I was terrified. My body trembled with the thought of it snapping, or something going incredibly wrong with my harness. Irrational thoughts maybe, but you'd never seen someone more afraid of heights.

The entire day felt like a silent build up to the inevitable. From the boat porting in Omiš to the van taking a group of us up the mountains, and to hiking up to the spot where I thought I was going to die. The day itself was lovely like it had been during my stay in Croatia; blue skies and incredible heat that contributed to my multiple sweat patches.

The moment had finally arrived. My heart was racing the moment I stood on the platform; so loud I could hear it. It was followed by the sounds of people asking me, "Are you sure you don't want to go tandem?" I knew I should have. It was my first time on a zipline like this. But I had too much pride within me to accept the offer; it was something I had to do on my own.

So, there I stood. Our guide hooked me up to the line and all I could do was look straight ahead. The line was strung high up with the mountains, making me almost as tall as them. Trees painted the scene in a vibrant green that complimented the blue river that ran between them.

Although for the moment I couldn't focus on all of that. I placed my hands on top of the brake and tried to steady my breathing. There was nothing more terrifying to me than in that moment when the guide told me to go.

I wanted to scream. My eyes welled up with tears at the high levels of speed and emotion I was going through. But for a second, or just a fraction of that second, I felt myself let go of my fear as I felt the wind rush past me. I was flying. I was free.