
When I was in 8th grade, my family moved from Alaska to Arizona. My mom and I and my youngest sister departed via airplane while the rest of my family (my dad and the other 7 kids) drove to Haines and then took the ferry to Bellingham (where we met them at the dock). If I remember right, I flew with my mom because I had asthma and they didn't want me to have an attack on the drive in the middle of nowhere. I remember staring intently out the window of the airplane as we departed over the snow … [Read more...]











