It all started when I was really little, maybe 3 or 4 months old. I know, what a cliched way to begin my first EVER blog right!?! But it’s literally what happened.
It was the first time I went on a plane! I know this may not sound like such a big deal to some people, but for me, I’m pretty sure it was the start of something…something big. Could I have caught the travel bug so young? It would definitely make sense!
There are a number of signs which lead to this conclusion:
- I like travelling…a lot. And I want to be a journalist. So I’m thinking (this is the plan anyway!), if I combine my travel stories with some writing, it could resemble a blog? And then of course I’ll get famous and become rich and travel the world for the rest of my life. That’s part of the plan anyway.
- I don’t know if there really is a number 2, but I guess if there was, it would be the fact that my parents definitely have the travel bug as well! I’m guessing that it’s pretty contagious!
So because my memory of the first time I went on a plane is compromised (read: non-existent), let’s start with the first memory that I have of being on a plane. I’m pretty sure that I was about 3 years old, and I’ll go off the facts my parents have told me until I get up to the bit which I remember! Yes, I do have some memories from when I was 3!
What happened was there was a little girl up in first class. Not me, I wish! But the fact that I was on a plane was awesome enough. She was also 3, but the problem is…flights to the UK are like 30 hours from Australia all up. And 3 year olds get very, very bored. So the nice stewardesses took me up to first class to play with this other little girl, and give my parents a bit of a break! I don’t remember that bit.
This next bit I remember. This whole experience happened before security got really tight (back when they gave you proper cutlery and you were still allowed Furbys on planes), so these lovely air hostesses took me and the other girl up to the cockpit, where the pilots talked to us, and there were lots of big, pretty, lit-up buttons on the ceiling, and then the pilot gave me a book on animals (which I still have!). This is a big deal for a 3 year old, and even today I’m like…wow, that’s such a cool experience that kids these days no longer get!
It’s seemingly ordinary experiences that make like so special, and that make memories which last a lifetime. My love of travel started really young, and I can’t wait to share it with you!