Other Side of the World
Well, it really wasn’t the other side of the world, just the country. But my favorite vacation was when we went to visit my Aunt in Medford, MA when I was ten years old.
It was my first time in a plane and I just had to sit by the window to see everything. The pilot told us we were going over the Grand Canyon and I couldn’t believe it. It looked so little! Just a line drawn on the earth from way up there. The entire country looked just like one of the relief maps we got in school, the ones with green and brown and various shades colored to represent he many types of land.