I have not been a traveling girl. One of those who went every year on holiday with their parents in a different city, dragging trolley, which went up easily on airplanes at 4 years.
Nah. When I was 4, I felt the pain in my car and at every turn my stomach seemed to crawl on the asphalt below. On school trips I could not go over half of the bus and I always had a chat with the drivers. The four-wheeled vehicles I hated them for all my childhood, but in a village of a handful of inhabitants there is little choice.