We always took driving vacations when I was a kid, but we had an RV so my brother and I weren't forced to sit next to each other or sit in one place for long (this is way before the seatbelt rules). Although there is one memorable trip in which my dad got a ticket for playing Battleship with my brother and I while he was driving.

When I was really little, my family used to drive back and forth to Florida a lot. I don't really remember those but that's probably just as well.

I do have vivid memories of going on short day-trips with my mom, stepdad and siblings. Mostly because 2 adults + 4 kids + 1 Honda Civic Hatchback = me and my stepsister in the trunk of the car. I never arrived anywhere without a headache from banging my head on the roof.

My worst childhood travel memories are of the times spent trying to sleep on hot nights in the camper, listening to my dad snoring and people coming and going at the wayside where my dad decided to stop for the night.

Sometimes there were mosquitoes, so we'd burn these spiral-shaped thingies to keep them away.

We sang a lot, too.

I never sing with my children. *is sad*

We sang on long trips too.

I still sing in the car with my parents. And play the alphabet game. It's usually a two-hour drive to Thanksgiving dinner at my uncle's.

We played words games, like Tom Swifties or Hink Pink. Oh, and annoyed each other.

We played words games, like Tom Swifties or Hink Pink.

Oooh, we loved Hink Pink! I keep wanting to play it in the Zmayhem car, but I quail before the brute force of Emmett's and Hec's tandem eyerolls of disdain at my lameosity.

Now I totally want to take a road trip with Robin.

(Well, you know. As if I didn't already.)

Right back at ya.

I never sing with my children. *is sad*

This just turned my world upside down. I'd figured you for teaching them the complete works of Sondheim (and possibly the whole score from Avenue Q).

It's not too late. And as a bonus, you can now embarrass them, while you do it.