When I was 5 years old, we lived in Dillon Montana. One morning I woke up to find a blanket of new snow covering our yard. As soon as I finished breakfast, I put on my Montana gear and went outside to play.
After I had been outside for about an hour, my mother came out to check on me. I guess I must have looked frustrated because she asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm trying to make a straight line in the snow. I keep putting one foot in front of the other, but my line keeps getting crooked."
"If you want to make a straight line, then don't look down at your feet. Look at something like that tree over there and walk toward it."
She was right. Much to my amazement, I created a line in the snow that went straight to the tree. I don't remember much from when I was 5 years old, but I remember that lesson very clearly.