I was around 12 years old when I first started taking travel seriously. I don't remember exactly what it was that sparked my passion. I do remember that the first travel plan I researched was a road trip around the US in an open-topped car, visualising myself as the next Thelma and Louise. I stole an atlas from my school library (clearly prepared for the criminal aspect I assumed was part of travel) and I carefully drew my driving route around the circumference of mainland America. I measured driving distances between each location and calculated the fuel costs, putting together a budget and timeframe for my first big trip.
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Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted nothing more in life than to grow up and be a dreamer. When she was very young, she lay at the bottom of her slide and stared up at the sky for what seemed like an eternity. The changing shapes of the clouds amazed her as they passed overhead and, excited by what she had seen, she ran into the house.
"Mummy! Mummy! I stared at the sky for so long that I saw the world move."
Her mother smiled and looked at her fondly as she explained that it wasn't the world that had moved but the clouds. From that moment on the little girl realised that sometimes things aren't always as they seem, and also that sometimes they are simpler. From that moment on, she vowed to watch everything around her that little bit closer so that she could figure out for herself whether what she was seeing really was the world moving or whether indeed it was just the clouds.