5. Ran away from home at 15 with a grocery bag full of clothes and books. (Don't get your hopes up, I went to Indiana. It's not that interesting a story.)
4. Dropped out of college at 18 and hitchhiked by myself through England, France, and Spain. (Brave or stupid, you decide. This time I had a backpack, so had leveled up my running-away skills.)
3. Quit my first "stable" job - a very good job for which a friend had pulled strings - on Day One because the boss was such a manipulative and condescending asshole. I tried to be super polite about it but he threw me out of his office. (Does that really happen? Why yes. Yes, it does.)
2. Read from my novel in progress (which, duh, is 90% memoir) at a writer's conference. Even though I have The. Worst. Stage. Fright. known to man. (I didn't throw up or anything gross like that but I'm pretty sure I yelled the whole thing after a little old lady piped up "I can't hear you, dear!")
1. Backing up my kids, though I was filled with uncertainty, when they were having their bravest, most vulnerable, moments.
What are some of yours?