....However, there was this particular day when I thought that beautiful little world of mine was too small and I decided to explore the world. I think I was 3 or 4 years old. So I packed my Dads “Rucksack” (an old fashioned backpack), that was so large that it dragged on the ground behind me, took his guitar (don’t ask me why), put my boots on and my “Tiroler Hut” (a hat typical for the Tyrol area in Northern Italy) and left. Nobody noticed. I got about ¼ of a mile just past the neighbor’s house when the neighbors saw me and casually asked where I was going. “Exploring the world” was my equally casual answer. Well, they asked me if I wouldn’t want to have some cookies and milk before embarking on this long journey, and, sure enough that sounded like a great idea and I went inside, forgot about the journey and enjoyed being spoiled. My parents showed up shortly thereafter, surprised of course but not even mad, just took me back home. So that is where my first big adventure ended and my dream of the big wide world started....
(excerpt from my forthcoming book
"It’s not about putting your foot behind your ear -Living an Inspired Life/A personal journey of transformation through yoga"
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