A few summers back, I found a road from my youth. The summer day and gentle breeze were beckoning me to take a drive. I headed east, crossing from Kansas into Missouri. Roads change there. They move with the land, rising and falling. Curves guide you to your destination. Half an hour into my drive I found a memory. A road I use to bicycle along when I was young. The hills were steeper then, the curves more dangerous. I stopped to take a picture. A picture to member where I was, where I am now, and where I will be going.