My first solo trip happened when I was 4 going on 5. I left on my brand new bicycle by the front gate of our house in Riceys and headed for Paris, of which I had heard much. My father caught up with me in his car and brought me and my bicycle home. I liked that heady feeling of discovering the world beyond the boundaries set out for me so much that I have persisted and still prefer to travel solo!
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