Agreed. I’ve never been out of the country and neither has my 15 y.o., but he’s been around the block a bunch in the US. I try to do stuff with him anytime we can. He’s been to DC a couple times, all over the New England and Pennsylvania region, all 3 9/11 memorials, we’ve spent ten days in a tent above 6,000 ft in the Black Hills on two occasions, we rode an Amtrak from Omaha to Philly with a sleeper room a few years back. He’s been to a shitload of Hawk football, baseball, wrestling, and basketball games. A hundred other trips that I’m forgetting…
As an aside, a couple years ago when he took a friend to a Hawks game with us I really started to think. His buddy had never been anywhere cool in his life—no football game bigger than a shitty 2A high school Friday night—and when he walked into Kinnick for the first time I thought he was gonna shit himself. Totally speechless and he just stood there and stared at everything taking it all in. Mind blown. My own kid now walks around Melrose and Kinnick like it ain’t no thang, and I don’t know how I feel about that. I remember being blown away like my kid’s buddy the one time my dad took me to a Hawks game in ‘91, and to think that it’s old hat for my son is weird. We’re not wealthy by any stretch, but there’s definitely some privilege there that he’s not aware of. I actually talked to him about it because I think it’s important that he understands what he’s got.
Our kids (yours and mine, and others) are fucking spoiled, man. I never did any of that stuff with my old man or parents. Not even a little. I remember taking 2 vacations in my childhood life, one to Disneyland one summer, and one to the Grand Canyon. And I was damn glad to have ‘em. My folks couldn’t afford to do the shit I do with my kid and I don’t resent them for it a bit. But I want my own kid to know how many opportunities and experiences he’s had that most of his friends probably don’t ever get to do.