When I was just five, I met the love of my life. He was a dashing blonde by the name of Justin, or Jason...or maybe something like Jeremy. Not long after our first kiss on the playground, he told me that one day he was going to buy a boat and sail me around the world—something I imagine he heard on Reading Rainbow? I don't know where he heard it, actually, but it doesn't matter because this boy was going to buy me a boat and I was hooked—on him, on the promise, on the idea of a lifetime of travel. We were really going to do this, Jake and I! Then suddenly, he moved...or I moved. Someone moved. And the fateful trip has never happened. But I did grow up to be a travel writer. So I guess I showed him.