Doesn't it seem like every family trip has that one meltdown moment that feels world-ending at the time? I see this same pattern play out in normal life too, like when daily routines blow up over something small. Those awful times force people to react and adapt together, which is why they stick in your mind. We forget the easy days but remember the fights and messes because they're full of real feeling. It's not just about travel, it's how humans turn shared stress into connection later. The worst parts become the stories because they prove you got through it as a group.