I visited Washington, D.C., for the first time as a kid. No, it wasn’t on a patriotic school trip or anything like that, but I mostly left unimpressed. Maybe it was because we were keeping strict kosher at the time and I didn't have a chance to try the food. Or perhaps it was because my dad heard we were at the World War II museum with my grandmother and scolded us. It could have been something else entirely.
Adulthood has a funny way of changing your perspective on things—perhaps because you get to choose what to do and how to do it, so every trip is just a little more exciting than it was back then. Either way, heading to D.C. as an adult changed my perspective.
