I was in 4th grade. One day, the intercom buzzed: “Jason, come to the office.” There, I saw mom saying, “You have a dentist appointment.” Scared, I cried in the car and fell asleep. Later, a loud, scary noise woke me. Outside, I saw people gathering in the streets. That’s when I realized we had just arrived at a stadium. My mom wasn’t taking me to the dentist but to watch an All-Star baseball game. It was one of the coolest things my mom had ever done for my birthday.

Family vacation to Colorado to ski. They piled all the grandkids (me and 7 of my cousins) in the back of the van and removed the bench seats, replaced them with air mattresses. They hooked up a TV and VHS player and we all watched the original scream movie while eating road trip snacks and annoying the life out of our grandparents. We stopped the moment we got to where there was snow to have a giant family snowball fight. We took pictures the whole ride on disposable cameras. I think my older cousins mooned a few unsuspecting strangers. 18 hours there and 18 hours back and the ride was just as good as the actual vacation