Hawaii in Third Grade  − 1 November, 1984

There's a picture somewhere of my Mor Mor (grandmother) giving my sister and me the plane tickets to Hawaii. The looks on all of our faces is priceless (thank you MasterCard for forever changing that word for me). I can remember the nun (I went to a Catholic school at the time) said I had to keep a travel journal. I still have that somewhere. Next time I'm at the 'rents house I'll have to find it and do some entries from that - wow Dandelifing a third grader's insight, now that's priceless.