My first big adventure in life, that I remember anyway, began a few months after I turned 7. I vividly recall my small-framed, blonde-haired self as the spotlight of my family’s entertainment. My parents and I stood in the middle of our kitchen floor but it might as well have been a circus tent with me standing center ring. We were moving to Brazil and I had to get that diamond-shaped red pill down. That little pill would protect my stomach from parasites. It was important but my throat sure didn’t think so. It did not go down without drama.