What was the first trip that you can remember?

Where was your first traveling experience to and whats a funny, sad, interesting story from that place? First time I went on a trip I went camping with my family. I was fairly young and came across a little puddle of tacky tar in the middle of the road. I had no idea what it was. I asked my mother and she said "it's Bukentutch". She went on to make up this explaination that it was the result of a particular breed of bird sneezing. I totally believed her. To this day it remains a funny family joke!

My first time on a plane was flying from North Carolina to San Antonio for Baisc Training. THE LONGEST 2 MONTHS IN MY LIFE!!! Plus it was in the summer and Southern Texas in June is NO JOKE!!! Especially in a hot uniform ALL DAY LONG!

Wow that's incredible! What part of the military were you in? Are you still on active duty or anything?

I was in the Air Force. I got out in 08. I did deploy with the military as a contractor to Afghanistan for 13 months last year.

My first travel experience was in Spain with my family. Actually we drove to Spain almost every year. It always took us 2 days to go there by car and this is really a long time for kids. But to this day I have really fond memories of my first trip.

Ooty was my first trip with my family on Aug 2007.

When I was 4, we moved from Toronto to Victoria, British Columbia. For some reason, my parents decided we should take the train. I don't remember much of the trip, except going to the luggage car to visit our pet bird (a budgie). And playing 'Aggravation' (a board game) with some other kids who were on the train. That was way back in 1974.

My first trip that wasn't just camping was my parents, my older brother Tom and me going to the Smokey Mountains by car (in Tennessee, about 1,000 miles from Minnesota). I was about seven or eight, I think. We had a regular '70s sedan so my brother had the pleasure of my feet on his lap whenever I wanted to take a nap. I also remember drinking chocolate milk while riding and soon afterwards barfing into a potato chip bag. My dad wasn't really interested in stopping once we got going, lol. We stayed in motels along the way. While walking around the Smokey Mountains, my parents bought me a Native American feather headdress, jingle bell anklets and a rubber tomahawk and I wore them everywhere. Hey, I was a little kid

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I had the first international flight - about 5 hours length connection, at age of two months, but can't remember that I consider it as a travelling. I used to fly a lot being a todler and took it cool, I never thought it's something special. Well, I was transported, so-called passive travel.

I think that 1st trip, with all attributes of travel, the one that I felt as a travel - it was long ride to the kindergarden in the city. We lived about 20km away, in military zone then. I was about 4 y.o. and it was my first independent "public relations". My memories from the kindergarden are sweet - I Iiked being there because of element of independency, duties (how weird!), having a good company of tiny bandits and even collective eating and afternoon sleep - I didn't have brothers and was quite excited about doing things together with other children. My 1st year in pre-school was short - with winter cold I became constantly sick.

Other "1st trip memories" are probably coming from same age, of may be a year earlier or later. It was no direct flight to grandies and we are flying via Moscow. Parents, taking me to see something unique: The magic clock with puppet show. Once a day, in 12 noon, dolls begun moving. Watching back - it's same idea alike a clock in Prague, and in many other European places, actually. I remember we travelled few hours by metro, changing lines, walking, taking a bus, etc. We were in hurry - not to late to performance.
OK. We got it. Ok, nice. Let's go now.

Then I remember clear family vacation on the Black Sea shore when I was four. We went to restaurant and it was a huge decorative aquarium there. I was not hungry and was watching fishes. When waitress finished with others, I still couldn't make a choice of meal. She proposed to take a fish. "What a fish?" - I mumbled. The waiters took me close to aquarium and, oh, horror!!! She proposed: " wanna choose one from here?" It was a serious trauma for the young mind, fishes and me - we already became friends.

The first camping trip I remember was right off of Lake Michigan. The whole camp ground was filled except for one spot so we were excited to stay there. During the night it poured and we woke up soaking and with a foot of water underneath us. We found out after taking down the tent and heading into the car that no one wanted that campsite because all of the water runoff would end up at the campsite because of its low location. We didn't make that mistake again