The first big trip that I remember was going from the East Coast to the West Coast with my parents. They owned a VW camper and we went cross-country. I was about 11 and had fun. My parents liked the… — Marky Ramone Copy Share Image
The first trip I can remember would have to be to Marianna, Arkansas. My mother's parents are from there, and we'd go every year to visit the church where they were buried. We'd attend church service that day, put flowers… — Sterling K. Brown Copy Share Image
