Do the places we visit and the holidays we take as a child influence the person we become? I’m convinced they do.
Even if you have very vague memories of your first weekend way from home or trip abroad you will have soaked it all up like a sponge.
My first experience of foreign travel was when I was two years old. My Dad was in the Royal Navy and got a two year draft to Hong Kong, which was still a British colony in those days. We were able to go with him and lived in a tower block overlooking Victoria Harbour.
|Hong Kong (1982-85)
|A weekend on Stoncutters Island, Hong Kong
I wish I could remember more about our time in Hong Kong but my parents have several albums full of amazing photos of the places we visited. I’m sure that living in a foreign country and being exposed to a mix of cultures so young has helped me to become a more empathetic person.
When we returned from Hong Kong we went on the road to visit family in Kent and Yorkshire. The sights weren’t quite as dramatic as in the past two years but it was the people we shared our time with that were the main attraction. As I’ve grown up family has become one of the most important things in my life for many reasons. I can’t imagine going more than a few days without seeing, speaking to or emailing our parents.
|On Broadstairs beach in Kent with my grandparents (1985)
A fan of the UK
|‘Hovis hill’, Shaftesbury (1988)
A caravan lover
|Holidaying with cousins on the Isle of Wight (c1987)
How did your childhood travels influence you?
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