Not to brag, but I am somewhat of a world traveler.
I’ve been to Aruba (Jamaica, oooh, I want to take ya! — oh, sorry, I forgot where I was there for a minute.)
I’ve also been to the Bahamas, Puerto Vallarta, Germany, Guam, Hawaii and the Philippines.
The last four were courtesy of the United States Air Force and my dad, all by the time I was 15 years old.
Those early travels could be part of the reason I still have the wanderlust to explore the unexplored, go where no man has gone before, yada yada yada. Of course, mankind (and womankind) has always had the desire to see what is on the other side of the mountain, so to speak.
I used to bemoan the fact that we moved every few years of my father’s military career. I now look back with fondness on those trips to foreign lands, each one of which afforded me new and different experiences that I will cherish for the rest of my life. They helped shape my personality and allowed me a view of the world that few people get to see.
If you don’t mind, here is a snapshot of them in the time-frame of my visits, in order of their occurrence.
1. Germany — Dad was stationed in Weisbaden just after World War II, 1948 and 1949. I was 4 and 5 years old a the time, but the memories are still with me. I am the only one who has these memories because both of my parents are deceased and my sister
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