It was early that morning. The seventh of August. I woke up nervous yet confident that today I would perform the greatest stunt in tight rope history. I was going to walk between the twin towers. Let’s skip ahead a few hours shall we? I handed out the fake IDs to my crew as we snuck up the world trade center pretending to install an electrified fence on the roof. So much of my life I’d dedicated to this moment, not a single mistake could be made. We rigged the 450 pound cable from tower to tower and then, there I was, staring down my greatest opponent. I picked up my fifty five pound balancing stick and began walking.

Step after step I went forward 1,350 feet above the ground. People cheered below me chanting my name. I took a deep breathe forgetting every nervous feeling in my body and began the show. I totaled eight passes along the wire. I danced, I lied down, I even saluted to the crowed. Nothing in the entire world could’ve been better than this moment.