At 15 years old, in a suburban high school in Connecticut one day after field hockey practice, I decided to do something. It was random. Whimsical. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how necessary it was to do this thing. To take this trip.
My first airplane ride, leaving the east coast for the first time. Meeting girls from across the U.S. Living in Arizona for 12 days. Backpacking the Grand Canyon.
I would not come back the same.