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.