Being in bikinis in the salt water pool on the cruise ship in Glacier Bay, thinking, it should really be colder (we went during summer.)
The self-serve soft-serve ice cream machine adjacent to the chlorine pool.
The cake show I crashed… and accidentally cut into a display cake at. Why on earth did my parents let me go alone to such a thing?
Mom got the golden charm of an outhouse.
It never got dark.
The two British little girls, presumably sisters, complaining to their dad that they wanted “two crumpets with their tea, daddy. Two crumpets.” Sage and I thought that was hilarious.
And the stomach flu I caught on the day we were leaving. I threw up once exiting the hotel room, once exiting the hotel elevator, once exiting the rental car, and once right at the entrance to the airport in seemingly perfectly timed events.
Sophie's External Brain 