On the surface, my parents seem like boring rule followers. But I think they have a secret rebellious streak. Like, when they race to the snowy hills of New England while all the other Spring Breakers flock to the sunny beaches of Florida. Turns out, rebelling is fun!
The coolest part was flying on a plane. Mom had a minor anxiety attack after reading the headlines that morning- it was the day Malaysian Flight 370 mysteriously disappeared and the early theories were that the pilot flew the plane into the middle of the Indian Ocean on purpose. Ryan took a practical approach, focusing on the safety procedures just in case.
Dad said the odds were in our favor, so I focused on my new Frozen book.
The best part of the whole flight was watching Ryan react to takeoff. This was his first time on a plane and it was perfect!
When we got to Boston, we went straight to Nana and Papa's house.
After making peace with the perplexing new location of the mailbox, we were obsessed with all of the amazing SNOW.
I'm a veteran of the 2010 Christmas Nor'easter, but I don't remember much of it. And this was Ryan's first time in the snow.
He was obsessed with stomping it. He loved putting McQueen and The King safely on an ice ledge, then viciously kicking at the snow under them until they fell down.
It was great catching up with Nana and Papa, and exploring Dad's childhood home.
But nothing prepared us for the mind blowing discovery that back in his prime, DAD HAD BANGS.
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