My eariest memory

My earliest memory takes place on a plane. I remember knowing that my parents were going to Miami, Fl all the way from Bogota, Colombia. The plane was not full and my mother allowed me to lay down on a row of three blue chairs next to where her and my father sat. As I lay down I felt a sense of comfort on the soft cloth chairs and I fell asleep. Soon after, I woke up and we had already left the airport. My parents took a cab to a nearby hotel and we had dinner at a local McDonald's. I ate chicken mcnugets with bbq sauce. I remember thinking that the food was delicious and like nothing I had ever tasted before. That memory stayed with me for 6 years, because that was the next time I ate at a McDonald's again. 

I remember always having a feeling of uneasiness, knowing that there was something wrong but not knowing exactly what the problem was. That night I don't remember my father much, I remember my mother, feeling her angst and her fear. I did not know that at that moment we were embarking on a life changing event.