We went on a lot of long trips when I was a kid. Once, in an undertaking perfectly appropriate to Minearverse, we drove from central Florida to Montreal and back. Even my sister and I can only fight for so long, so we did the license plate game, something which makes you think there can't be anyone left in Ohio, and the animals game, which is counting the number of cows, horses and so on that you see.
You'd never make it. I'd rip your spine out before you got half a step. Those little legs wouldn't be much good without one of those.
Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
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Ginger - Apr 25, 2006 4:20:24 am PDT #9627 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Betsy HP - Apr 25, 2006 5:08:32 am PDT #9628 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Huh. We tried to find license plates from states beginning with a particular letter, working our way through the alphabet.
You have no idea how grateful we were for "Quebec", which showed up reasonably often in the Midwest.
There's also "I spy with my little eye".
Strega - Apr 25, 2006 5:33:06 am PDT #9629 of 10001
We tried to find license plates from states beginning with a particular letter, working our way through the alphabet.
We did that with signs, but license plates only counted when we were really desperate. And at that point we would probably switch to Password or something.
My dad and my brother spent a while during one drive in a game where they tried to spot the next mile marker first. It took my brother quite a while to realize that my dad had the odometer in front of him.
Ooo, there should be an episode of Drive that's all about travel games.
tommyrot - Apr 25, 2006 6:00:51 am PDT #9630 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Kids these days, with their DVD players in their cars....
I would have killed as a child to be able to watch movies during trips. Instead of playing the license plate game and fighting over who had to sit on the vomit side.
Jessica - Apr 25, 2006 6:05:09 am PDT #9631 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Pfft. My family drove 18 hours to Canada (and back) every year, and we had no need for these new-fangled "DVDs." We had The World's Greatest Travel Game, and that was enough.
tommyrot - Apr 25, 2006 6:09:30 am PDT #9632 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
On long trips (more than 8 hours) we usually took the camper, so us kids could take naps on the top bed. Usually I had a stash of Red Hots hidden up there too....
Not sure if it's legal for people to ride in campers anymore....
Ginger - Apr 25, 2006 6:09:49 am PDT #9633 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Lacking DVDs, we did license plates, mile markers, animals and how many miles until we get there. We also read aloud every sign and tried to get my dad to stop for antique stores (Mom), museums (me) and bathroom breaks (all of us who were not Dad). We also got to listen as Dad did a running commentary on the cattle we passed. "Look, they've bred some Brahma into this herd. I wonder how much it helps with heat resistence."
tommyrot - Apr 25, 2006 6:13:54 am PDT #9634 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My dad would stop so we could look at the "Hysterical Markers." (My dad often thinks he's funny....)
Vortex - Apr 25, 2006 6:19:29 am PDT #9635 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I just read books and got accused of being antisocial by my mother.
Lee - Apr 25, 2006 6:21:16 am PDT #9636 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My mother tried that once, Vortex, so I put down the book and started to sing.
She stopped after that.