I saved up $2000 for two years in highschool working minimum wage jobs to solo travel to Cambodia and see Ankor Wat. As a graduation gift my parents surprised me with getting the plane ticket. I was supposed to be there for two months. I stayed two days. Landed in Phnom Penh and was absolutely terrified. It wasnt what I had buot it up to be. Have a lot of unearthed feelings about that. I wish my parents had been more involved in the planning process. I did everything myself except the ticket. Or just even talked to me about it, and when I panicked I wish one of them would have called me down, told me to just stay a couple more days to let the shock wear off. Told me how much I would regret leaving, reminded me how much I worked for it. But in the end it was only my fault. I can't blame them. They gave me an amazing gift and they rescued their kid when they needed it. They did nothing wrong. I just am so bitter about the situation and as terrible as it is sometimes I don't know where to direct that bitterness. Hell they even helped me extend my layover in Japan for five days and I got to see mount Fuji and fall in love with a country up until that point I'd never really considered. Japan was wonderful. But yeah, I regret being so scared. But I was kid.