When I was young, I often dreamt of traveling abroad, going to Disneyland or Knott’s Berry Farm. I would always listen to fabulous stories from my classmates after coming back from summer vacation about how they have been here or there. At that time, my only experience riding an airplane was during a school fieldtrip. I had relatives that lived abroad and I often wondered how their lives were like compared to ours.

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