I travelled overseas younger in life, with a family holiday to New Zealand when I was 8 years old, of which I don’t really have any memory of as I was so young. The next international trip was to Los Angeles with my mother and sister when I was 13, with aim of a fun holiday, visiting Disneyland, Universal Studios and Honolulu. Which I have fond memories of.
Then my first major holiday was to Europe in 2001 with my partner at the time, we were planning to travel to USA afterwards, then September 11 attacks occurred whilst in England, so the USA part of the holiday was cancelled due to unknown future of travel within USA. Due to various personal circumstances, my next holiday wasn’t until 2008 to Africa with friends, this trip switched on my true love and passion for travel, which grows more and more inside me every year.
When I think holiday memories, my mind is cast more towards the last 10 years rather than those early family holidays