Every Summer when I was a kid we drove 90 miles to the big city of Dallas, stayed in a Motel 6 or some other chain with a “Magic Fingers” bed, and spent a day at Six Flags. My parents may remember it differently but I’m pretty sure those were some of the best days of my childhood. There’s just something exotic about skyscrapers to a small town kid. And is there a kid alive who doesn’t feel adventurous just by spending the night in a hotel?
Nowadays a tall building and a Hampton Inn aren’t all that thrilling. Neither is herding three kids through an airport at five in the morning. But to my kids? According to Gresham (age 6) today is “the best day ever.” And we’re not even in New York yet.
We’re heading to the big big city for a couple days to see the Statue of Liberty, eat dirty water dogs from a street vendor, check out the American Museum of Natural History and, yes, spend the night in a hotel. Fancy.
I won’t be blogging. I’ll be technology-free the whole time…except for the Magic Fingers. (And possibly some Twittering.)
This response to your “your witness” challenge is a little late, but better late than never, right? http://www.fixingmygaze.blogspot.com/
We didn’t do vacations. We we camping. But I went to live with my mom and grandparents in the summers from 2nd grade-high school. my grandparents had a small farm in northern california. it was an awesome place.