I want to travel. I want to go places. The furthest away from home I've been is to Canada. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved it there (and really want to go back), but I want to see other places too. I want to visit France, Scotland, Australia, Italy, Egypt, Greece, hell.. I'd even like to go places here in the US. After we are retired, I want to be able to take hubby to Italy since most of his family is Italian.
Oh, funny story... when I was 7 and in the second grade, I overheard my mom and my first step-dad talking about just this same thing. I heard my mom say that she would like to go to Australia. My little mind thought she meant we were moving there now. The next day I told my teacher that I was moving away to Australia. They threw me a goodbye party and everything. After a few weeks, I finally got around to asking my mom when we were moving. She had a good laugh out of it, but then I had to go back to school and tell my everyone I wasn't leaving. They were all happy I was staying, but looking back at that now, it was really funny.
Here's some pics of Zach sitting on a fire truck yesterday.