I’m sure that we all have memories of our trips, travels, and adventures as adults. My story starts a little farther back… Growing up my mom worked full time so I spent a lot of time with my grandparents who happened to be cross-country truck drivers. They brought me with them quite often, so by the time I was 10 I visited most of The United States and some of Canada. We also took several camping trips and did all of the other typical family trips as well.
The memories I have as an adult traveler are very detailed and generally involve places or very specific locations. I retain a lot of the information because they are recent, but what about childhood memories? What do you remember? I have such fond memories of a trip to Victoria Island in Canada, the smell of the ocean, the bright purple starfish on the rocks near the Marina, it evokes such a visceral memory for me. I remember it with my whole body but loose some of the details and that’s okay.
One of the reasons that we bring the kids on so many trips with us is because of these memories. I want our children to remember the beautiful sunsets on the Kalalau trail on Kauai or the polser hot dogs in Copenhagen, Denmark. I want them to cherish these memories and pass them on to their children eventually. We sometimes take trips without them but usually end up saying things like,”Oh, the kids would love this!”, and return again with them anyway. The world is such a beautiful place and I can’t wait to share more of it with them.