I was 10 years old the first time I went on a plane. My parents decided to move us from Boston to Arizona. It was so exciting! My 7 year old sister and I were bright-eyed and curious about this adventure, even though it was sad saying bye to all of our grandparents, aunts, cousins and school-friends.
I can remember being on the almost empty plane at nighttime. My dad with his big video camera. (It was 1997 after all)
When we arrived, we saw palm trees for the first time.
That was the first big trip I had ever taken and...