Growing up, I think I only flew 3 times for a family vacation, and none of those were really family vacations. I think once or twice to Oregon, but my dad never went. And I’m not sure we flew; at least one time we took the Amtrak. Once we flew to Ohio but that was just me and my sister. And once we went to Orlando, but that was for some conference for minority Baptist pastors.
So most of the vacations we took as a family were short things, camping, or LA or San Diego or Sonora, stuff like that. And after my dad became a pastor I think we dispensed with vacations completely, except for that one Orlando thing.
No real point to this.