I was born traveling; my first trip was at 6 weeks of age. My parents, who lived in Germany then, took me camping on the shores of Lake Garda, Italy, in August 1974. (They camped. I mostly just lay there.) By the time we'd moved to Utah when I was 3, I was a seasoned traveling toddler, having made a bunch of transatlantic flights between our home in Munich and my grandparents' homes at opposite ends of the United States. My parents were both schoolteachers and consequently not wealthy, but they prized experience, especially travel, above possessions.
January 09 2012 4:00 AM