In 1995, when I was five years old, I traveled to Paris with my mother, father and baby sister.
We were going there to participate in a family member’s wedding, but I barely remember anything about that event.
But I do remember some other minor stuff, like experiencing cola in a can for the first time, and probably having way to much, getting rather hyper in the process.
And while I don’t actually remember it, I found a picture of me experiencing a moving walkway for the first time, and absolutely loving it!
I recall that Paris is where I got my panda teddy-bear, which I promptly named Pandabear.
There were a lot of panda souvenirs in Paris at the time, probably modeled after Paris’ then resident panda Yen Yen.
Pandabear and Lars The Doll were my two favorite toys when I was really young, and I still have them to this day, although I’m not sure in which moving-box.
I also remember going to Disneyland Paris.
What I remember most is how the rocket on the outside of Space Mountain towered over the park.
I can’t remember if I was too young or too scared to go on it, but I did not, which I regret now.
I do remember going in the ‘Beauty and The Beast’ teacups, and getting motion-sickness.
I remember that my father tried to get me to go with him to the top of the Eiffel Tower, but I only dared going to the middle part.
For some reason I started dropping coins down to the ground, but I was soon stopped, and told that if they hit anyone they would get severely hurt.
I have later learned that this is thankfully not very accurate.
But I do find it interesting that I was afraid to go to the top of the tower even back then.
Makes we wonder if I was just born with a fear of heights, or if something happened to trigger it even earlier than this.