Like every little kid, I wanted to be a million different things. I wanted to be a veterinarian, a nurse, a ballerina, and the bride of Donny Osmond.

But, by junior high, I had settled on being a writer. But not just any writer, I wanted to be an international correspondent. I wanted to report from war zones, Paris fashion week, and any hot spot on the globe. I wanted to live out of a backpack and a beat-up old leather valise.

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