The First Journey

It is such a big word, journey. Bigger even, my first journey. Would that be, literally, the first time I put on my hiking boots and grabbed my backpack, filled with all kinds of practical equipment? I would not remember, my parents would have put on my boots and would have filled that backpack and maybe even carried it for me, once I got tired. Is, the first journey then, the journey when they no longer did that, but when I had to carry it on my own, dragging it behind me, cursing all the heavy oh so practical equipment that was still lacking the things I missed the most? Would that be the first journey? I would not even remember this one. The thing is, we are always on a journey. We can’t do anything else but being on a journey and trying to pin down the date and time of a first step is a bit like asking a wave when it has started being watery. It just does not make any sense.