Traveling is the best part of my life honestly because I like site seeing and keeping track of places I go. One instance is when I traveled to Disney World for my 3rd birthday. I don’t remember the specifics of what airline I had to fly that day, but I do remember getting lost and that it was in Miami because that’s where my grandmother was living at the time. I remember getting outside and immediately after 2 minutes I start sweating and get a rash on my lower chin because of it. The city of Miami was amazing, she lived 15 minutes near the South Beach area, she had a small but nice home so it made up for it. I went outside for a little to talk to my grandmother, I don’t remember exactly she was talking to me about of course since I was only 2, but I know for a fact that it was just making me laugh majority of the time as she tends to do so. The next day, which was my birthday, we traveled to Disney world which was promptly well over 3 hours, and my mom said I was a complete pain because I kept on complaining about when we were going to arrive. We finally got there, and it was the best few hours of my life. We went to the Cars movie section, walked around where I grabbed a snow cone and fried dough with my mom and grandma, I saw mickey mouse and got scared but took a picture with him anyway, and we went on the Ferris wheel where I threw up and went home after. I threw a fit because I didn’t want to go home yet but I had no say because I was young and it’s a long drive back. We got back to the house and started packing, my mother told me I was mad at my grandmother because I wanted to stay. We go on our flight the next morning and I threw a fit on the plane because my ears had popped, but we landed safely which I was happy about.