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A trip that meant a lot to me was my trip to Williamsburg, Virginia, that I took in 2^nd or 3^rd grade with my entire family.  I know what you’re thinking…Williamsburg? Isn’t that where they dress up and reenact colonial times? Yes, exactly, that’s what they do.  I went with all of my dad’s brothers, and all of his cousins (each had their own family) so it was approximately 30 people we were traveling with.  All the cousins were similar in age and we had a blast just goofing around, laying outside, learning some fun facts, and the parents had a good time too (I think).   The reason why this trip sticks out to me the most is because this was the first time I actually felt like my family members were more than just family members, but also friends.  Before that time, I couldn’t remember inside jokes or laughing for the sake of laughing.  I remember one instance, when we were all crammed into a mini van, driving back from dinner when my uncle bob ripped the BIGGEST fart I’ve ever heard.  And if you know mini vans, you know that there are no windows and we were all dying and laughing.  Finally, his wife, aunt Di opened the sliding doors to the cars and we were just driving down the road with the doors open trying not to die from the fumes.  This might seem really lame, but it was one of those “had to be there moments” and I still think this was the best vacation I had ever been on.