When I was four years old I rode my tricycle to the strip mall which was about 2 miles away. I didn't make it all the way back because they my mother called the police when she couldn't find me. They never believed I had ridden all the way to the mall and was on my way home when they caught me when I was almost home. That was, I guess, my first "commute." I've never stopped. It is strange when I talk to people who took up cycling again as an adult ... I just cannot imagine why they stopped in the first place ...