Neapolitan Regression


 

I didn’t travel in an airplane until I was 16 years old. At that time, my friend’s grandma flew us to Chicago to look for prom dresses so that ours wouldn’t be anything like anyone else in our small Indiana high school.

But that’s a post for another time.

No, there were no plane trips for my family when I was growing up. To this day, my mom has never traveled on a plane and has no plans to ever do so. (I know. Who can believe?) Instead, my childhood vacations were filled with…

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