My Niece, The Ultimate Patriot

Today, my 3-year-old niece and her family arrived back after a long vacation. Over the past two weeks, they visited Ireland, Germany, France, and England. They were witnesses to some of history’s greatest treasures, viewing Stonehenge, the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Buckingham Palace, and Notre Dame.

As a child, I never visited anything as monumental as these treasures. In fact, I still haven’t.

“What was your favorite part of the trip?” I asked her. She had seen many things that most people would love to see in their lifetime.

Without missing a beat, she replied, “The Charlotte airport. We flew a plane there!”

I don’t think traveling abroad is for her. She would much rather stay right here in the good ol’ U-S of A.

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6 thoughts on “My Niece, The Ultimate Patriot

  1. Sounds about right for a three-year old. Their favoirte part is usually the last thing they did, never the most fun or the most exciting. It’s too bad they don’t remember more at that age.

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    • I like to think that the airport might have been super entertaining. I wasn’t there, so I don’t know. Maybe there was a circus or an intimate performance by Yusaf Islam. Who knows?

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  2. My parents like to remind about how when I was about 7 and we were at the Grand Canyon. I sat there at the side with my brother playing PokeMon on the Gameboy, rather than appreciating one of the most majestic sites in nature, while my mum died of shame as the other observers looked at us horrified.

    In my defence, PokeMon is awesome.

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