Something funny happened tonight. My 12 year old son and I were talking about when we first moved to South America. He was 4.5 yrs at the time. He kept asking me when we were going to go back to "the other world." I thought it was cute at the time. Turns out, he says, he remembers the plane ride (his first), looking out and seeing the dark, and thinking he was on a space ship. When we got there everyone spoke a different language. He really DID think it was a different planet. Too cute. I forgot how literal they are at that age.