Edge of the Ledge: A Memoir of Adventures Lived and Lessons Learned

One day, age four, I opened the door of our house, closed it quietly, and started walking. All by myself. I walked and walked. I looked at each house, at the trees, the grass, the swings, at the occasional person going by. I walked right past the border of my world, into uncharted territory. I was fascinated, tingly all over. I was pulled on and on, like a speck of iron filing to a magnet. I not only lost track of where I was, but I lost track of time. I don't remember being afraid or worri...