Walkabout

Excerpt from my book:

“One day, age four, I opened the door of our house, closed it quietly, and started walking. All by myself. I walked and walked . I looked at each house, at the trees, the grass, the swings, at the occasional person going by. I walked right past the border of my world, into uncharted territory. I was fascinated, tingly all over. I was pulled on and on, like a speck of iron filing to a magnet. I not only lost track of where I was, but I lost track of time. I don’t remember being afraid or worried. Without consciously thinking the thought, what drew me onward and ever onward was, ‘I wonder what’s around the next bend’.”

This memory of mine turned out to be a foretaste of how my life would unfold.

Feel like sharing a little-kid-memory that has stuck with you and that has shaped your life growing up?

Maybe it was an indicator of what your future life held for you?

Would you consider your memory a hindrance or a help for your future life?