Going to Hawaii with my parents and brother when I was around 14. We stayed in beach front property in Lanikai, Oahu. What really made this trip special to me was my dad telling us a bunch of stories of when he grew up there at the various sites we went to. Snorkeling in crystal clear water full of exotic looking fish was great. Speaking of, it takes a lot to get me in the ocean, because I'm used to heated pools. Any Cali beach the water is too cold, fuck that. Hawaii beach? I mean, it's no heated pool, but warm enough to get me to swim around. Body surfing was fun. Went to some touristy places that were cool. My dad really wanted to take us to a luau but that never happened, I think he couldn't find one happening in the time frame we were staying. I remember the room in the house that was originally dubbed my room had huge cockroaches in it (which according to my dad was inevitable there, not at all a sign of filth). I have a phobia of many small harmless bugs common over here so a huge cockroach was freaking me the fuck out. I begged my dad to kill it for me, he refused, just told me to deal with it. After bugging him some more, he said I could sleep on the couch, which I did. There there were geckos crawling around on the walls, which my dad figured would freak me out as well and have me back in my room. Instead I quite enjoyed watching the geckos crawl along the walls and happily slept on the couch.