When I was younger, I liked traveling, me & my parents usually traveled by car, we had a fave vacation spot, a ski resort, my parents could afford to go twice a year, my mother owned a preschool, it was pretty popular & my dad had more than one business, he owned a supermarket, had another business in a pretty fancy hotel, had a taco diner where I grew up, he had a restaurant, it didn’t too good, my father was a man with different jobs, he used to give me $100 for my birthday, he lost it all years later. I wonder if he didn’t mind if my mom made better money than him. Anyway, alot of the time we went to the ski resort in the summer & winter, I went horseback riding once, it was scary riding close to a cliff, I went skiing, most of the time I was on my butt, I kept falling down. I loved the snow, I built a snowman. So I really like traveling, but I hate packing, I never know what to pack & how much to pack, I always needed to ask my mom. I went to alot of places, alot of time we went with my cousin. We went to the Grand Canyon in a RV. Now I don’t want to travel, I don’t want to go by myself & there is the money. I hate airports, I was flying by myself once, I got lost trying to get my suitcase, in the airplane, I opened a bag of peanuts, the peanuts went flying to the floor. I hate getting search by security.