On October 9th, 1986, my parents and brothers walked us to the gate at the airport and waved goodbye as we settled into our seats on the plane. This time Aunt Berne took me, my cousin Jenny, and Berne's sister, Gina, my godmother. It was seriously one of my fondest childhood memories. For once, Jenny and I were entirely spoiled. We could stay up as late as we wanted, eat fries with every meal, no veggies!, go on any ride we wanted as many times as we wanted with zero complaints from the grown ups, and if we liked something and Aunt Berne noticed that we did, she bought it for us.
After we returned home, a few months later, Aunt Berne presented us each with a photo album of our adventure. Sadly, over time, the pages all fell apart, so I am a-scannin' them to share and keep forever right here on this wee lil' blog. Here is day one at the park, October 10th.
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