This book is the one closest to my heart. I grew up in an unhappy home and from the age of 14 on, I considered running away a lot, especially at night before I fell asleep.
We lived out in the sticks, about an hour away from Los Angeles. I knew LA would be my destination if I went, but I was afraid of ending up on the street and in a worse situation.
My grandfather died when I was 16 and he left me his ’54 Ford. I loved that car. After that, thoughts of running away intensified because I now had a car I could sleep in, if I needed to.
But, in the end, I could never bring myself to actually leave. Fear held me back. I wrote Bootstraps as a way of answering the question, “Could I have made it on my own?”