As for the Topic of the Day...
Plane Travel - The first one I remember was the family trip to the Philippines when I was six. I think we flew from DC to LAX to Hawaii (where I distinctly remember not wanting to get off the plane, so I pretended to be asleep in my seat
) then onto Manila.
Once in the Philippines, we took one or two flights to other parts of the Islands. And on one of those flights, I got airsick. And I believe that same flight had to return back to the airport due to some sort of mechanical deal - of course, I thought they were turning back because I had used one of those little bags in the seat pocket. But the next attempt, I did not get sick, and we made it to the other island.
But what I remember most about that trip were the crowds(!) of people waiting for us at the airports. It seemed at the time that the whole town had come out to greet us - and thinking back, that probably could have happened when we were in Tagig. All these strangers reaching for me and my family. Sort of like a receiving line, but not really.
And there are still parts of that trip that I remember that my parents don't.
