I’m not sure how it all began exactly. As a child, I gazed at the wonders of the world in the pages of books. I ran wild in woodlands and meadows, and climbed endless trees. I never adapted to the confines of social structure. I lived in my imagination, and, as long as I can remember, I yearned to adventure to far away distant lands

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”

_{Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar}