What has been the moment in your life that you felt the most alive?

The day my son was born. I knew at that moment that my life would never be the same. I felt reborn in a way.

And it hasn't been the same.

The last time I felt very alive and happy with the world was when I went to Bali. The trip was very lovely and I really enjoyed my vacation there. Then I tried scuba dive.It was amazing to be able to go under the sea and had the fishes peck your fingers (some of them bit real hard, though).

I never thought I would be able to do that. Now I am looking forward and saving to be able to dive in Bunaken, one of the best diving spot in the world. Luckily, it's located in my country so I don't have to go too far or pay too much for it.

I also tried parasailing. I was scared to death at first, I am really not a thrill ride kind of person. But when I flew, it's amazing, the view, the feeling of flying, the wind blowing.

It's wonderful. For me, it's much much better than going on rollercoasters where your stomach get jumbled up and down in high speed.

I have to go with ritzblock the time I saw my first son born. Other than that going down Route 80 at 2AM on a bike doing 140MPH. Things that bring you close to death are when you feel most alive.

In college, I had a definate apifany of who I was and what life was about. I was in turmoil before I left for my first year of college, and I knew there was something I was missing in my life, something that just wasn't right. I lived in Wisconsins nasty city for my life, but went up north in Wausau WI where it was very .. open.

The people there were amazing; nice, themselves, and accepting of who you were. I randomly did shrooms and went to my friends house and I started to feel it and see it, but I was still myself able to talk normally, what not. I talked to my friend who was very deep and he reads palms just for fun, and he said "What if you could read everyones palm and understand and figure who they are, but I look at my own hand and I can't understand mine."

That's when I found myself and honestly I think he did it on purpose for the fact that he knew I wasn't myself. I actually figured out my beliefs, who I was, what I used to be, and I was extremely happy, and even cried because I finally found what I had been missing from my life...Me. I never cried so hard because of happiness before in my life.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.