We spend a good chunk of our lives here.
Toted from one thing to the next.
My dad typically drove.
My brother took the seat behind him.
I always sat behind Mom.
Wouldn’t be long into the drive and I’d be out like a light.
Hardly ever a peep of ‘Are we there yet?’
This guy is following in my footsteps.
Minutes into heading for a haircut.
Music at full blast.
The back seat.
What a magical, memorable place.
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