Just the other day I was remembering Sunday drives from my childhood—the whole family piled into the car, only a brief argument about who got stuck in the middle. Me. The burden of being the youngest.
Erma Bombeck said never have more children than you have car windows. She was right.
Sometimes those drives would be quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts, and other times the conversation was lively—stories spilling, one into another; everyone having a chance to be heard.