This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s weekly writing prompt 2.) A long drive…
Life has been a series of long drives for as long as I recall. At the risk of dating myself to a time before seat belts were the norm, I remember laying down in the back of my parents’ Brady Bunch-esque station wagon with snacks, toys and blankets pretending it was a camping trip. Singing songs with my sister Laura, we would play until we began hitting each other (a foregone conclusion on any trip).
over the river, and through the woods
To Grandmother’s house we went. My family resided in Santa Barbara, California until I was 12 years old. Often the weekends consisted of a drive South on the 101 to Grandma’s house in Camarillo (about an hour away). The trip wasn’t terribly long, but for two little girls, it was torturous.
I am a firm believer that sibling rivalry can create a long drive in any instance. I was insecure and shy while Laura relished the attention. She would excitedly move into the middle seat so she could poke her head between our parents’ in order to engage in conversation. This simply would not do! I needed order. My space was being invaded by my obnoxious little sister.
Then the squabble began…
me: Mommy, Laura is on my side of the car!
Laura: No I’m not.
me: Yes she is. I can’t move because she is taking all the space.
Laura: You have plenty of room.
mom: put down the armrest and both of you stay put and out of the middle.
let the games begin
Mom thought the problem was solved by creating a barrier with the armrest. Looking back, it was a good plan. What she didn’t consider was how long the dam would hold before we were fighting, hitting and pulling hair. Within 10 minutes, she or I would decide to nap and use the armrest as a pillow.
Bad idea! Once one of us wanted the armrest as a pillow, so did the other. Then it was a matter of who had to squish her head against the back of the seat and who’s head would be falling off the end. In retrospect, they both seem uncomfortable.
The brawl started anew. By the time we arrived at Grandma’s house, I’m sure our parents had enough. Honestly, I don’t know how they put up with it. Tumbling out of the back seat, Laura and I immediately forgot our differences and focused on the visit. The battle was over for awhile anyway. No promises made for the long voyage back home.
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What is the longest drive you can remember? Were you the driver or passenger? Alone or with a couple of screaming children? Maybe, like me, you were one of the screaming children. Share your stories.