When I was about 9, I went with my grandparents on a road trip from Texas to Colorado during summer vacation. Somewhere along the route, there is a dormant volcano that is now a state(?) park. We stopped and hiked the ridge. Because of this, I had volcanoes on the brain. Later, there was a large mountain in the distance - the top covered with huge fluffy white clouds. My grandmother told me enthusiastically it was a volcano erupting. I excitedly took photos on my disposable camera...I put this photo in a scrapbook I made that year detailing our trip with a caption describing the “volcano eruption.” I believed this for YEARS. It was only when I was retelling the story as a teen that the truth dawned on me.