I was 3 years old the first time I stepped foot in an airport. I was excited and nervous as I lagged behind Mum and Dad. We were off to Neverland. Mum was yelling, "Peter! Catch up!" and Dad was walking swiftly to catch the flight on time. What Mum and Dad didn't understand is that I was still taking in all the commotion of the thousands of people surrounding us. As I struggled to catch up, my suitcase continued to battle, pulling me backward; likely because of all of Mum's clothes. Then, we finally arrived at our gate. Within an hour, airport attendants were calling numbers and people were boarding the plane. We were off to Neverland!