Traveling in the car with small children is not my idea of a vacation.
Before hubs and I had children (BC) we use to pack up for a day trip.
It was one of my favorite things to do BC.
We would just pick a place and drive.
It was relaxing. No rules, no agenda.
There was always a great little place to pull over and enjoy a picnic or a fun little cafe with outside tables.
Now it is McDonald's or the dollar menu at Wendy's.
Yes, I know there will be time again for our little road trips as the little bits get older.
But when I think ahead to our days on the road I am reminded of road trips with my parents.
As an only child it was pretty boring. We lived on the east coast and my family lived in the mid-west. Christmas was always time to travel home. We'd leave early long before sun up. My parents would make me a pallet in the backseat of the car. Long before seat belts were law. As a matter of fact I think when I was really little my parents just cut out the seat belts. The seats were always really slippery so I would slip around as I tried to sleep. It was horrible. Both my parents smoked. As everyone did in the 70's and when we traveled in the winter they'd light up with the widows rolled up tight as can be. I guess if this wasn't enough to scar me the fact that my father always wanted to make really good time and would not stop to use the bathroom did. If I needed to go he'd pull over on the interstate and we'd open the front and back car doors for me to go in between. Which was better than what took place when he needed to go. He'd ask my mom for an empty coke bottle and go to the bathroom (number 1) as we were driving down the interstate. Keep in mind you could not see from the back what was going on, & I was smart enough to keep my eyes diverted as well. I figured I'd spend enough time on this little issue in therapy later in life so there was no need to see anything that would just add to my future therapy sessions. What about you what do you remember about childhood trips?
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