To Live is to Travel
When my mother shipped me alone by plane for my first out-of-town Christmas vacation when I was 10, our neighbors were aghast by her audacity. It was almost a mortal sin if parents let their children out of their sight at that time. If child abuse was a buzz word at that period, my mother would have faced a child abuse case from the Department of Social Welfare. My mother was that kind of person. She was ahead of her time. She wanted her children to experience the things she did not experience having married at the age of 18. Love of traveling is actually one of the things I learned from my mother. I caught the travel bug instantly and I fell in love with riding planes. I could still remember today what the cloud formation was as if it were just yesterday. I could remember the empty space beside me because the flight attendant would constantly check on me. She was probably thinking I would dash anywhere inside the airpla...