Me, mum and dad went to a place called Florida last year.
When we got there, dad kept repeating the words that the border officer said to him. Which were: ‘Well, Benjamin…’
Which seems fairly normal to me but, for some reason, made him go all ‘thoughtful’.
There was this thing called Storytellers Photo-conference that he was attending.
And whilst he did so I hung out with other ‘conference kids’ at this awesome hotel. And had an awesome time.
And chatted with a nice lady. Who helped dad work out how to use a camera.
Then we all went to a museum for kids. Which mum and dad discussed from a ‘teaching and learning perspective’ way too much.
But it was very fun. As was everything about the trip.
Mum and dad said it was up there with the best decisions they’d ever made.
And dad claimed to have met lots of other special people who also know how to use cameras. (And how to focus them.)
Which, along with the yellow water bottle, was a big deal for him.
And I get it.
Even though my favourite colour is orange.
