England was the first foreign country that I ever got to travel to (unless we count a day with my family in Niagara Falls when I was eight years old), and it holds a very special place in my heart.  I fell in love with the country and with London after only a few days.  The first time that I went to England was with my family in the summer of 2007.  I was fourteen, and it was the summer before my brother’s senior year in high school.  I am very fortunate that my family could afford to take me and my brother overseas and let us experience new cultures when I was younger.  I think it was smart of my parents to wait to take us to Europe until we were old enough to really appreciate the history of countries we visited.  I must say that my brother at that point was more interested in the history than I was.  I was just entering high school, and up to that point I hadn’t been exposed to much British history in school.  I had no background, so it was not on my radar as much.  I did however feel a sense of wonder in my time in England.  That same sense of wonder compelled me to study abroad in England six years later.  I speculated if that feeling would fade, but at the end of my two-month stay in 2013, I still felt it.  I think that feeling will stick with me for the rest of my life.  Like I said, England holds a special place in my heart, and I will go back as often as I can while still crossing other countries off of my bucket list.

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