When I was a kid, family vacations meant road trips to the beach or a national park in our station wagon. I didn't start stamping up my passport in earnest until I was in my early 30s.
Although we live in a modest two-bedroom home that's pushing a century old, our family's typical travel accommodations are pretty tricked out, with amenities like private pools and massive soaking tubs.
It's concerning to think my kids are used to the finer things in life during travel, having spent their formative years experiencing luxury far beyond my own childhood.
My kids have had no real context against which to compare their experiences with travel; this raises worries about their future expectations and adjustments.
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