Since it's practically March, I wanted to ease into Travel Month with a blast from my past.
Growing up, my family LOVED road trips. (Lately my parents only fly to spectacular, tropical places. I feel slightly slighted.) My mom houses all the evidence, but when I was a baby, they drove from NY to AZ with me and my grandparents in a station wagon in the summer with no AC. It was hard core.
We frequented the somewhat local favorites: Sesame Place, Hershey Park, and The Land of Make Believe.
|Back when it really looked like a street.|
|Was I the only one there?|
|This pace must have been pretty boring because the only clear memory I have is of the monorail we took form the parking lot to get inside.|
|How did their marriage survive without GPS or Mapquest?|
|I was crying right before this was taken because I was "too big" and therefor not allowed to sit among the stuffed Mickeys. My sister was (and still is) an itsy bitsy thing.|
|I sold hubby on taking the boys to Disney when they are young based on the awesome memories I have of my baby brother being in awe of the "magic". Please ignore my awesome pre-teen fashion sense.|
|No trip was EVER complete without a stop here!|
*Travel Month really kicks off tomorrow with a giveaway. Make sure to stop by :)