At 6 Traveling with Mom to Israel

At 6 Traveling with Mom to Israel
I am 48 years old now, and for some reason today...I remember a trip that happened more than 40 years ago. This is a reminder that every positive experience stays with us forever.
I called mom to reminisce and thank her for taking me. I reminded her about how we traveled from Mexico (I was born and lived there till I was 8) to Montreal, and visited the stores under the city...taking the escalators to escape the cold. She reminded me, why we went to Israel...my great grandmother was very sick, she wanted companionship for the trip, my father could not go. Mom left me for a time with one of her best friends, I didn't speak Hebrew, and I kept on saying I want Catsup....she didn't understand...I wanted Ketchup.
I remember not liking the food at all. I pretty much ate eggs with ketchup in the morning, and pita with coke (I dipped the pita in the coke), the rest of the day....I was only 6.
It's amazing that after all this time, I can still have fond memories of a trip that happened ions ago...
Next time you are considering visiting a sick relative abroad...perhaps bringing your kid will make a difference in your and their life.