Memories for a Lifetime: Childhood Travel
Next week,
we are getting our baby girl
her wings to fly.
That's right.
This traveling circus
has added another member,
and is setting off on our first
international flight
& whirlwind trip.
With yesterday's arrival of her passport,
we are officially ready to spend three weeks
in the U.S. of A.
Even though this kid of ours
is a complete champ
in most every sense of the word,
I'm a little nervous
about the (six!) flights.
Viola, on the otherhand,
is ready to go.
This kid pleases me in every possible way.
If she loves to travel like her parents
it will just be icing on the cake.
If not,
well,
we'll still keep her.
While this kid is making it across the ocean at the ripe age of 9 weeks,
I was 9 years old when we had our first "big" trip.
My dad cashed in his AA miles and took us all around Europe
in a fashion that could make
W. Clark Griswald
feel like an underachiever.
It was an epic time
full of metallic track suits....
fluffy scrunchies...
colored jean shorts....
& the creation of family memories that have stuck around
for the twenty years since.
What are some memories of your first BIG trip?
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