Did you take family vacations or trips when you were little? Where did you go?
My family used to do a lot of camping out West. We’d all pile in a car, cousins included, and drive and drive until we found a good spot to stop. One of my earliest memories is of my mother waking me up in the middle of the night in our tent in Yellowstone (I think) to go sleep in the truck because she’d just seen a bear wander through the campsite. How I became such a total wuss about insects and the outdoors is a mystery to my relatives.