I have had a passport since I was fourteen, when I spent a year in a German boarding school. Before that, I shared my mother's passport—a few times. I started traveling abroad when I was two. When I was ten, we moved to Japan for a while. I went to Jamaica when I was twelve, still on my mother's passport, and to Mexico as well around the same age. We'd accompany my father to conferences: he believed in showing his kids the world. It was a tremendous gift.
Here is a picture of all my individual passports, minus the current one. I don't think I've ever been without one.
And here is my visa for China in 2008.
And finally, a sampling of visas (minus the Soviet Union—although they sure held
on to my passport plenty, it never got a stamp):
1 comment:
they are beautiful....my passport expired, good reminder
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