James T. Kirk

"I was so antsy to go off-world," he said. "Always threatening to stow away on some merchant ship. I didn't mean it, of course, but my parents saw my interest was serious, and arranged for me to stay with some relatives who were colonists there. So I could see what it was like, traveling, living on another planet, being away from Earth." He looked away wistfully. "I loved it. Until..." He refocused on Kirk, shrugging off the memory. "You know." His brow furrowed. "Why? Why were you?"