[This is part of the series:Â A List of Things I Remember About Living In Saudi Arabia.]
Most of all, what I remember about Saudi Arabia is my childhood.
I was so young, and it all went by in a blink.
Most people still hardly believe me when I tell them I spent most of my younger years in Saudi Arabia.
They get these big wide eyes and say: “Really?!”
I mean, who does that?
Most everyone’s dad is in accounting or something in computers, and they have lived in the same town their entire life.
My dad was a fighter pilot, and I grew up in Saudi Arabia.
How cool is that?
While living in Saudi Arabia, we flew all over the world, learned to entertain ourselves during international layovers, browsed for bargains and haggled over prices in the souq, cleared out of stores when prayer-call began, ate donuts out of the van by the theater, actually enjoyed science class, spent the weekend in Jeddah and slept at the Marriott Hotel, camped in the desert, swam all day at the compound swimming pool, went to the playground and basketball court just to see what everyone was doing, enjoyed the slow pace of compound life, and lost our youth.
Wish I could go back.
But, I wouldn’t have missed it for much of anything.