By Kristy Taylor
When I was twelve, my parents took our family of seven to the small Indian Ocean island of La Réunion to visit my grandparents. While there, my grandparents had to visit a family who lived inside the crater of an extinct volcano. We landed in a helicopter, inside the volcano, and met children who had never seen the ocean despite living on an island smaller than the state of Rhode Island. The year before that, my parents took us all to Morocco where they gave each of us five kids a handful of money to share with the beggars in the bazaar. I still remember the face of the ol...
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