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My next earliest memory of walking as an means of independence and liberation was the project I hatched when I was in sixth or seventh grade with Diane,  a friend who lived across the street from me. We decided to walk ourselves to New York City via Jericho Turnpike, a busy stop light avenue that went through our home in Nassau County, LI to Queens and presumbly Manhattan. (we really had no idea other than it would take us away.) We didn't try to do it all in one day. Every Saturday for a string of them, we walked until we got tired and turned back. The idea was go to a little further each time.  As I recall,  our last trek took us to Bellemore, which is  on the border between Nassau and Queens.   We called my dad and he came and got us. I don't remember what we told him we were doing, or if he even asked.   

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We weren't crazy, according to Google maps.google.com/maps it's only a seven and half hour walk from Carle Place (our HT) to Broadway.  It could have been light years.   I've lost track of Diane, although I believe she lives in Tulsa.