Growing up as a homeschooled farmers daughter in southwest Missouri, I showed signs of independence at a very early age. Because I had two older siblings I learned things faster than some children, using the toilet, talking etc. I would often wander off to do my own thing, which more times than not would leave me falling down a flight of stairs, or getting hurt in some way.
I don't honestly remember when I first wanted to travel, but I can almost pinpoint my wanderlust to the summer my sister and I went to Colorado by ourselves for a week. I feel like I've never been home more than a few months since that trip.