Some of my favorite childhood memories isn’t remembering exactly what was said or one specific place & time.
When my Mom, Dad, younger sister & I got into our van to drive from one location to the next it was not uncommon for it to be a 20 hour drive or longer.
My sister was always reading or sleeping. I would sleep, listen to music, journal & read poetry.
When my Mom needed to take a break from driving I would sit in the passenger’s seat, than my Dad & I would talk. Continue reading “It’s never too late to learn something”