“Look out the window, Shirley,” my mother urged. “See that mountain? It’s Mt. Kilimanjaro.”
Even at my skeptical age of 12, I caught my breath. Rising serenely through the carpet of clouds on the left of our plane, was a majestic mountain peak, the first real mountain I had ever seen. The snow on its surface caught the rays of the sun and glittered, resembling jewels on the face of a royal crown.