Growing up, my dad's employer was a military contractor, so we moved a lot, almost as much as a military family. I was in the 9th grade before I went to the same school two consecutive years!
We were in several places in the US, starting in Lawton, Oklahoma, with Dad working at Ft. Sill. We went to Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville, Alabama, and then back to Oklahoma. We then went to Germany for about three years, and while in Europe did the touristy stuff, visiting Denmark (with a brief overnight to Malmo, Sweden,) France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Switzerland, Italy, and Austria. My parents went across the channel but the didn't take the kids (Dad was picking up his newly ordered '66 MG-B, which lasted long enough for me to learn to drive with about 8 years later.)
I was not even 10 years old when we were there, and for the most part absolutely bored with the sight-seeing. I remember asking in Rome, "Why don't they tear all this old stuff down?!?! It's no good!" I've been in the Sistine Chapel, up the Eiffel Tower, stood in front of David, rode a gondola in Venice, and hated almost every second of it. Climbing inside the Leaning Tower of Pisa was fun, though! (Those steps are incredibly worn, with big scoops in them from the feet of climbers through the centuries!) Sleigh ride up to Neuschwanstein was pretty cool, too!
OTOH, going to Spa or the Nurburgring for F1 and endurance races was quite exiting!! I was a kid in the stands while Jim Clark, Graham Hill, John Surtees, Bruce McLaren, Jack Brabham, Dan Gurney, were circulating the track. Jim Clark was my idol! I recall seeing a Ford GT on the public road going towards Spa one morning! I've touched the Alan Mann transporter with the Cobra Daytona coupes on it!
But cathedrals, ruins, art, statues... none of that interested me at all. What I'd give to go back, though!