Even if it was a trip upstate (or up-province) to visit Granny, what is the very first travel-related memory you have?
I can remember when I was 4, getting up before our pre-dawn flight to Florida and watching my mother comb her hair in the mirror. I also remember an Air Canada stewart giving me orange juice before we landed because my ears felt like they were going to explode. I have much the same problem today, except I don't cry and wail so much...
I rememeber I was maybe five or six going to Mount Saint Helens and seeing all of the destruction around me, the burnt cars and trees all around. I wondering about wuch a horrible thing and how nature could do that. I know now that as humans we can do it just fine with out the help of nature.
I don't know if I really remember it or if my family has just spoke of it so many times, that I think I remember it! It was my first trip to the Upper Peninsula when I was 3...and stopping at "Call of the Wild" it is a cheesy stuffed animal zoo. I thought they were all alive
I was sitting on a bus waiting to go on a school holiday camp, and I thought to myself, "Is this really happening?". I came from a poor family, and felt such a great sense of freedom being able to go somewhere different. I looked around & noticed it all seemed quite normal to everyone else. Or was that just my perception?
I remember going to Hangzhou (a beautiful town not far from Shanghai, China) with my mom and grandpa when I was 5. I was so excited and ran around non-stop until I was literally too tired to stand up, so my grandpa had to carry me on his shoulders for the rest of the day. I also remember being on a long-distance bus to... I don't remember where we were traveling to. But it must have been a really good destination, because I remember screaming and jumping up and down in the back of the bus with my cousin every time the bus hit a bump (which was every 5 seconds, since the countryside roads were very bad back then in China). Now here is where my memory plays funny tricks on me, because in my memory the adults on the bus were tell us to "shut-up" -- in English! Logically, they must have said "shut-up" or something equivalent in Chinese, but I have no idea what the Chinese equivalent of "shut-up" is! Actually, I think that "shut-up" is just too tame for Chinese; it's a language with very colourful explesives.
If we are talking about first abroad travel memory? For me it must have been when I was 5 or 6 when me and my family took the ferry from Helsinki,Finland to Stockholm,Sweden.It was a lovely trip.The cruise- boat was brilliant!All luxury I must say.There was a promanade in the boat and there were heaps of different kind of restaurants, shops etc.
Stockholm was lovely aswell.We went to see some sights and were shopping around.Great trip I have to say!
at age of 7 I suppose to fly on a domestic flight for a winter holidays. The flight was cancelled at the last moment because of the snow storms and we had to take the overnight train.
i was a little kid, holidaying with family at grandad's family home in Ipoh, Malaysia.
Those were the best memories, playign with the cousins in different locations around Malaysia. Now we're all grown up and scattered around the world, got obligations and families of our own and just cant co-ordinate those holidays anymore. But hey, theres always a chance to do it again, everyday is a new oppoerunity to travel.
I was probably about 4 or 5 and I remember sitting at the window of an airplane on a flight from Australia to the Philippines. I asked my mum if I could go to sleep but she replied by saying, "No. We've arrived!" I must have lasted the 8 hour flight there, probably annoying my mum all the way.
I have strange memories of this trip to the Philippines as when we left we were living with my dad and when we were away there was a "new man" that my mum was spending time with. The new man ended up being my step-dad.
I don't know if living in Cyprus as a kid counts as it wasn't a holiday. So i would have to say arriving in Athens (or Piraeus as the port is known) on a ferry as we drove from Cyprus back to the UK. I have good memories of sailing through the Corinth Canal, Venice and Innsbruck from this trip.