My parents took me to Disneyland when I was in fourth grade. I'm sure I saw palm trees then, but not that I remember.
I was 19 years old, a freshman in college, driving to Las Vegas with some friends (my first time there), when I saw palm trees for what I remember being the first time.
I was in awe of palm trees.
Such a silly tree, really. Odd looking if you stare long enough.
But to me, from the moment I saw them they felt magical.
Like I was peering into a Dr Seuss fairytale.
To this day, palm trees make me happy.
Especially when I get to see them from the sunroof of my car against a bright blue sky.