To try and show the Greens weren't anti-rugby at the time of the 2011 Rugby World Cup, I even played on the parliamentary rugby team. In my first game, I cracked a rib. In my second game, I broke my nose. There wasn't a third. As part of my campaigns, I've swum with sharks, designed and launched a video game, crowd-sourced internet rights legislation, worked with an artist to paint a two storey - high mural, sent thousands of citizen-made origami whales to Japan to oppose their whaling, and organised rallies at Parliament and protests at the Russian Embassy. I scuba dived to launch an election policy, and protested under water. I even, rather ambitiously, once put in a formal bid for all 189,000 square kilometres of oil permits on offer with 14,000 supporters. Simon Bridges didn't give them to me. I remember passing the Red Peak bill in all stages under urgency, then literally after my speech hopping on a plane bound for the hipster capital of the world, Portland, Oregon. I've tenpin bowled in the White House basement when Obama wasn't home as part of a young political leaders programme and danced off against Kawarau's hip hop dance champion; I lost. I've had a blast, and I leave here with a treasure trove of memories, but, most importantly, my values intact. I've stuck to my principles, I've spoken my mind, and I can look at myself in the mirror knowing I haven't sold out.