John
When I was about ten, I took my first solo trip to go to a summer camp in North Carolina that I had begged my parents to send me to. Aunt Kay volunteered to pick me up at the airport, and let me stay with her until it was time to drive me to camp (eight hours round trip!). I was nervous, awkward, and shy, but Aunt Kay was so kind and gentle with me, that I quickly came out of my shell and had the chance to enjoy a few days with her before camp started. Those few days I spent hanging out and chatting with Aunt Kay was the best part of my camp experience and a memory I will always cherish.