Mine is kinda strange, but it makes sense with a little back story.
My dad was a keen traveller and had a habit of collecting leaflets and pamphlets from places around the world. As a child, my favourite was always a Kennedy Space Center (sic) map. I used to stare at it for hours dreaming of visiting and, predictably for a child, spilled something over it, ruining all but the title.
Years later, my dad took me for a tour of USA, which included a stop in Orlando. Being as conscientious as I was, I looked at the ticket and saw that New York airport was called John F Kennedy airport. With pre-teen logic and without the use of the internet, I concluded that Kennedy Space Center must be in New York. I told my dad how excited I was to visit 'Kennedy' and he looked back at me with a bemused expression, thinking I was referring to the airport!
When we got to Orlando, I had a wonderful time visiting Epcot. It came time to leave and our hotel had a shuttle going to the airport. While in the back, I caught sight of a huge bilboard advertising KSC. The penny dropped and I realised that it was actually in Florida. I begged my dad to turn back, but with the tickets already booked and us checked out of the hotel, there was no chance.
I next visited Florida on my own, shortly after completing my degree, to unwind. It was my first time travelling alone and as be began our descent, I became a little nervous about being on my own miles away from anyone I knew. As the plane got lower and lower, my anxiety increased. The plane broke through the clouds and I noticed a huge white building out of the window, near the coast line. It was the Vehicle Assembly Building at KSC. Immediately, I found myself wearing a broad grin (much like the other passengers!) and I was calm.
I can't quite explain it, but it felt like I was home, even though it was only my second visit. I've been returning ever since. That's why descending towards Orlando is my favourite memory.
...Sorry for the long post! [msnembarrased]
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