I was restless from day one, always exploring our little town and the woods beyond. My grandfather called me Road Runner. The horses were my saving grace. The barn was my safe place.My brothers and I grew up on books, not television. Our mother kept us stocked with a huge National Geographic atlas and Life magazine. I wore those pages thin—fascinated by Northern Africa, Egypt, Rome, and Greece.My favourite spot to ride was high on a hill where Great Lakes winds had shaped the land into a mini desert. I'd run Rocky or Sadie at full gallop, pretending I was a warrior queen. One day, out of the blue, I saw myself singing in front of thousands on a stage. Our little northern town peaked at 3,500 people. That waking dream shaped the rest of my life.Are Rock'n'Rollers born, or are they made?