First Trips
- Kollin Bell
- Feb 16, 2017
- 3 min read
Updated: Feb 12, 2020
All of these trips have happened under the age of six. I have done all of these with my family. All in the U.S.
One of the first place I remember traveling to outside of my birth place of St. Louis, Missouri is probably the first place in child would want to go to. The most magical place on earth New Jersey. I'm kidding, it was of course Disney World. I was four years old. I had went gone with my grandparents, sister and friends of our family. I remember the ride there vaguely. It was on a bus. When we had got there I had thought that the hotel lobby was extremely beautiful. To me it lit up bright, and I was in love with that alone. As a four-year old the activities I could do were limited along with my memory and frankly my knowledge of what the park had offered. We had stayed in Magic Kingdom. Which my entire life I've considered the main and most fun of all parks even though I haven't been to the others. Seeing Belle and the beast from Beauty and the Beast was cool. The tea-cups with my grandparents was fun. My favorite part of the park was "It's a small world after all". I enjoy watching TV shows do their version of it and I think back to when I had went. Even though I was extremely young at the time I will always have the memories of going to Disney World. Makes me kind of feel like I will always have a little magic in me no matter how old I get.
Going to Las Vegas was the first time that I had ever been on a plane. I was not afraid to be in the air. The picture of looking out of the air plane window and seeing the little town blocks is something that is ingrained in my brain. I think about it often when I fly now. This trips was also with my grandparents, sister and family friends. My grandparents tell me that two older ladies that were in our group had me sit with them. This was pre-TSA so the two ladies had food with them. The flight had no meal and the two ladies had fried chicken. My grandparents laugh and joke about how everyone was starving and I was eating fried chicken. The hotel that we stayed in was castle themed. Of course there was a casino in it. In this casino I remember seeing a lot of Asian males. My favorite part was the arcade room in the down stairs of the casino. At the time I thought it was a "kid's casino". One day my grandmother had taken me to the hotel's pool. Sitting at the edge of the pool and staring down into it, it had looked shallow. Not having a concept of depth perception I leaped in. It was not shallow. Sinking. I don't remember anything after. When my grandmother retells the story she says someone had yelled out something about a child drowning, she had seen that I was missing and knew that it was me. A man jumped in the water and saved me. That was the only time that I was at the pool there. But don't worry I have had many other chances to drown in my life. The whole time in Las Vegas I had worn a jester's hat every where we went. The last thing that I loved about the trip was when we had went to a show. I do not remember what the performance was but the best part about it was that when the person on stage had needed volunteers I had run up on the stage. I don't remember what I was doing but I just remember having fun.
The last trip that I would to to share is when my grandparents had taken my sister and I to Nickelodeon Studios. There is only one thing that I can remember from this trip. My grandparents had taken me to see The Ghost busters play. That still sounds a little strange that there was a Ghost busters play. If you've ever seen The Ghost busters movie there's a evil woman near the end that had asked our protagonists if they were gods. I had seen the Ghost busters movie before this but for some reason that lady scarred me. She had made me cry. It felt uncontrollable and as much as I didn't want to cry I could not stop it. I was extremely loud. My grandpa had turned me over, put me on his shoulder and rubbed my back. This wasn't working so we had lifted.
Travel like love takes patience, time and thoughtfulness. The experiences you give the first mean the most.
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