There’s something about road trips that makes me think of summer and the ultimate bonding experience. Maybe it’s the freedom of the road in front of you and the fact that you’re in complete control of where you go and what you do that entices and excites me so much (life as a control freak :) ). I’ve always loved car trips, ever since I was little, which reminds me of a road trip I took when I was 8:
My dad had been away all summer at the FBI Academy in Quantico, Virginia, receiving special training, and it was a long (10 weeks, to be exact!) summer without him. I remember bits and pieces of that summer — my mom and I bribing my brother with baseball cards and bubble gum so he would do his reading lessons, going to summer camp and getting a canoe stuck in a swamp, beach days at Horseback, but what I remember quite clearly is the “road trip” we took down to Virginia for my dad’s graduation ceremony at the end of the summer.
My grandparents came down the night before, armed with all sorts of treats — like books, and journals, and tic-tac-toe notepads — to keep us occupied on what I was told would be a 9-hour journey. My mom woke me up at 4:00 the following morning (I actually remember the time quite distinctly), and I remember being carried in my pajamas out to our old Dodge minivan. I thought it was so cool that I was up so early (it makes a difference when someone’s carrying you!) and that I got to go in the car in my pajamas and drive through states I had never seen before, but I also remember the excitement of finally seeing my dad again. This road trip was what took me to see my dad, finally. I think that’s why I like road trips — because it’s a journey to something that you’ve planned and there’s not only a destination or a person waiting for you at the end, but you also get to see the sights along the way.
Inspired to be,