My parents’ house was at the end of a U-shaped road in the small town of Mooresville, Indiana. Here I am at four years old, taking my first trip around the corner of the U—walking until I couldn’t see my house anymore. I packed what all veteran travelers need: a wash cloth, a brush and my Barbies. Clearly shoes weren’t part of the package.

My mom called it running away, but I insisted I was “traveling.” I had to see what was around that corner. Perhaps at 4 I thought it would look different on foot vs. riding in the car. And as I’ve gotten older, that desire remains: the need to see what’s around the next corner!