DanLog the ramblings of Daniel Pettit

(not the actual date)

My first airplane trip was to San Francisco with my mom and dad. I don’t remember a whole lot from the trip. Surprisingly I don’t remember the flight I have the very foggiest recollections of the short flight but nothing concrete. John Wayne at the time was a very small operation. You walked out on the tarmac and climb up those portable stair things. While in San Francisco we went to the Zoo, which I don’t remember. I remember my mom hugging a tree in Muir woods. I also remember having a loose tooth and playing with it in the back seat of the rental car. One night we went to dinner at fisherman’s wharf it was probably around 9pm and the sun was just going down. I was falling asleep at the table I might have actually fallen asleep. My parents were puzzled that I was falling asleep while the sun was just going down until my Dad realized that the sun sets later in SF because it is farther west.