the first time i travelled overseas was when i was in kindergarten. we stayed in super fancy a hotel that had a giant fish tank underneath the staircase. one evening i was walking up the stairs and there were gaps in between the steps and little old me was terrified. no really, i was. so as i was walking up the steps, my tiny little baby foot slipped through the crack and i thought this was the end, i was done for, that it was all over, then my new found friend (let's keep his name classified, and call he waterfall dude) pulled me up and i was saved.
the end
