Travel
My fondest memories as a child usually involves my parents taking my brother and me on road trips. Growing up in Tennessee, we would often go to the Smoky Mountains or several times my mom and her sister loaded up my brother, my cousins, my grandparents and me in the minivan, and we drove to Washington, D.C. or Disney World. As immigrant business owners, my parents worked long hours and often 6 days a week. I took for granted the sacrifice they made to take us on these trips. If they could do it, then I certainly can for my children. Don’t be surprised to see cameos of my parents or in-laws during our adventures!
