On the walls of my childhood bedroom, among the posters of kittens, and Shaun Cassidy, I had a poster showing a serene, forked, tree shaded lane.
The words, “I took the road less traveled, but each must find his own” was scrolled underneath the photo. I know now that these words were a play on the famous Robert Frost poem, “The Road Not Taken” but back then, to the little girl in her room, it just meant that there were places out there waiting to be explored.
Even as a child I knew that I must take the road; it didn’t matter to me which direction I should go, which fork I should take. It wasn’t so much about the road less traveled, but more about there being a road that led to someplace…else.
In the years since, the posters are gone, replaced now by stamps in my passport. I have discovered that the little girl was right, the road does indeed lead to someplace else for those who chose to travel it.
This is a blog about our family adventures, please pardon the inappropriate use of commas.
I hope you enjoy!