Travel Journals....My First
A few months after turning 8, my family moved to Graz, Austria. My mom, always thinking of our future and the fact that when we return to the US, our English grammar would likely be atrocious thought it would be a good idea to have us write diaries.
Not sure how much it helped me as my use of the English language is still pretty poor, but I can credit her for my love/hate relationship of keeping travel journals to this day. One of the last things I want to do at the end of an amazing day is sit down and write a journal, then again I absolutely love reminding myself of the ridiculous adventures I have had and amazing people I have shared those times with.
I wanted to share my very first profound words of wisdom I wrote when I was 8 years old after landing in Europe for the first time in my life:
“FIrst I got on the plane and it took off and then my ears hurt so I had some bubble gum and then I had to go to sleep. My mom woke me up because we were going to land soon and then we landed.”