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[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
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.
My brother says that thanks to having two older sisters, he knows more Disney and musical songs than any man ought to.