Memory

When I was about six years old I went on my very first overseas holiday with my family. Traveling around the states, I can recall a couple of scarce but vivid memories: Disneyland, being utterly confused about the time difference and not understanding how it could be Sunday on one side of the world and Monday on the other, the Houston space center, grabbing someone who wasn't my parent in a supermarket, Chloe the teddy bear, being really sick in an airport and my Dad pushing me around on a luggage trolley with aforementioned bear, leaving said bear in a hotel and those red cowboy boots. I begged my parents for those red cowboy boots and I'm fairly sure I wore them everyday for the rest of the trip.