I remember looking out a window as the landscape would change from desert to mountains to farms. I remember reading the signs and watching the weather change as I listen to music. I remember my headphones in, attached to a CD player or mp3.
I remember sitting on my butt for hours on end listening to Kidz Bop and good old country music. I remember fighting with my sister over lack of space and boredom. I remember my siblings and I using blankets to create a mini fort in our seats. I remember my little brother ruining mine for the fun of it.
I remember listening to the hum of adult conversation. I remember looking for cars with license plates from different states. I remember stoping at gas stations getting excited to stretch our legs and pick out some sort of candy or drink. I remember struggling to find a source of entertainment at times.
I remember waiting all day to finally arrive at the anticipate destination. I remember being overcome with joy at the end of our trip. I remember...
Family road trips.
I remember listening to the hum of adult conversation.
ReplyDeleteI love this line. I can totally relate to when I was younger listening to my parents conversations.
I agree with Lucy. I love that line. Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI love so many lines in this post that I can't even choose which ones to steal. It's so true! This is the perfect description of road trips!
ReplyDeleteMan, I'm relating to this post so much.
ReplyDeleteI'm driving in the minivan with my kids yesterday. Trying to talk to my wife. Trying to get the kids to look out the window and entertain themselves and quit fighting and quit laughing so loud and quit screaming and look out the window! (I'm a bad dad.)
"the hum of adult conversation" - such a good line