Woe Was Me.
Your favorite childhood trips
With full writer’s block taking over my brain, I went to my list of blog post ideas to see if I could think of anything to write about. I have done this for a few weeks now, and if you read my last post you will know that it didn’t help the block. Today for some reason the above title stuck out to me and I decided to see where the “music takes me, kitten” as the Old Man says all the time.
The one big reason after reading this post title a million times and it not sparking anything creative was because I kept trying to rack my brain about childhood trips. Not that I didn’t have any maybe the opposite I had so many that I was trying to remember my first one, or to be more specific the first one I remembered. Then I tried to think of my favorite and well that is like picking your favorite child, they all had special meaning and were all fun even though on a few I was a teenager and too grumpy to admit it.
With that in mind, I decided to think about all the odd/bad/laugh later in life kind of things that happened to me on some of these childhood trips. I will confess that at the time of each event I felt the world was ending and I would just “never get over it” (said in your best teenage girl whiney voice). Ok let’s get these trip down memory lane started
On a trip to visit family friends in Louisiana it was crab boil time, my favorite time in life. I ate my weight in crabs and shrimp as per normal. The next morning I woke up with my skin around my eyes red and bumpy. Think goggle tan, but in reverse. It was terrible. I don’t recall it hurting or itching, but I am old and this is an early memory so my mom may remember that part better. I do remember crying and feeling like everyone was staring at me. To this day we don’t really know what happened, as I have eaten my weight in crab and shrimp many many times in my life and this has not happened again. I moped the whole way home in the car and for the next two days at school. But I lived and now I can laugh about it, although now that I write about it I really do wonder what happened.
Next up a less dire event, while traveling with my grandparents as I was known to do in the summer we were in Chicago visiting my grandpa’s hometown. He was having a great time showing me around, I was a pre-teen who would never admit I was having fun as well. Well fun until I sat in gum and my grandmother had to remove the gum from my bum while sitting on the stairs outside of a museum. Of course, I then had to spend the rest of the day worrying that everyone was looking at the remnant of gum on my bum (sorry I was having too much fun saying that in my head). Now as an older adult I know that no one was looking at me because they were too worried about themselves and the spec was in reality teeny tiny.
Not sure this counts as a “horrible” experience, but it is one that stands out. We were visiting my mom’s college friend in Colorado, on our way to the Denver airport there was a huge blizzard/snow storm. We were among the last few cars to cross the pass. My mom’s other college friends were with us and their tiny baby. We made it to the airport to find out that our flights had been canceled, we got one of the hotel rooms in the area, one room for the six of us. The adults went down to the bar I stayed in the room watching the baby, reading my book, and being a typical mopey thirteen year old. Every now and then an adult would return with a handfull of beers to be put in the sink filled with ice. The bar did run out of booze, but we also left early the next morning with a few of those beers still sitting in the sink. My mom and I lucked out with a quick flight out just a wonky way to get home the next day. The other couple with an infant had to spend another night (if I recall but at least hours upon hours) in the Denver airport. In reality the only real bad part for me was having to sleep on the floor in the hotel and maybe when my dislike of snow started to really come to the forefront.
I am sure there are quite a few more as I was a very dramatic child, but I think three is enough to torture you with. While I am not sure these could be called my favorite they are the ones that stick out more than any others. Proof that when bad things happen when you travel it isn’t the end of the world, it is just something that will help the trip stand out in your mind as you get older and farther away from the time of the trip. Also a lesson that when stuck in a hotel in a snowstorm make sure the bar is fully stocked, if not hedge your bets in your hotel sink (wink wink).
While I am not sure I have cured my writer’s block, I have managed to get some words on the page and I had a blast looking at old pictures to find them for this article. I have a solo trip coming up next week, I am excited and I am hoping that a change of scenery gets the creative juices flowing a bit more.
Do you have any travel woes that have made for great stories now that time has passed and you can laugh? Overly dramatic teenage ones preferred.