Friday, February 20, 2009
Did you ever feel like you were being raised in a moving car? I mean, we had a nice ranch house as our official address, but we seemed to always be going somewhere. From Phoenix to Flagstaff every weekend to work on the cabin; from Phoenix to Alabama on vacations to visit relatives; from North Carolina to Virginia to visit each other when we got older. I remember a few years before Dad died, Jim and I drove to Charlottesville from Pittsburgh. It took about 6-7 hours. As soon as we got there, Dad has us in the car again, to go fossil hunting. Motion sickness was not an option.
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I remember some cool car books and activities, like stickers. (No pencils in the car!) Mostly, it was great singing all the songs from the Sound of Music. And from your (Alisa's) week away at camp. (Up! Up! with People!) When we look back at what kind of parents we had, that's definitely got to be a place where they get big points. They just let us go on and on.
ReplyDelete'Course, there were those moments of "Am I going to have to pull the car over?" Was that when we were arguing in the back seat? I don't even remember.
I do remember that for a while, Judith and I - "the twins" - got one half the seat and Alisa got the other half. Alisa declared that to be fair. How did we take it? I think we giggled and wiggled our skinny butts into place. And occasionally crossed the line just a smidge to get Alisa riled up!
I now love road trips a lot more than the average person. An 8 hour drive is fun for me. All alone or with a friend, it doesn't matter.