My fondest memory was when I moved over to the UK & we landed at the Gatwick. Me & the three girls then 15, 9 & 4 walked miles to go stand in the que to get through the passport patrol only to be sent to the doctors for x-rays. We took forever to get through & by the time we got through my mom was besides herself as she though we werent coming. I had visions of her climbing over & running past security, just to look for us. That was the highlight of her day when she saw us coming around the corner, the look on her face was priceless.