I spent the last week with a friend and our teens on a spring break trip to Florida. Ocala, Tampa, Orlando and Jacksonville in 5 days and over 1000 miles on her car.
Togetherness in a small Ford sedan, a cheap hotel that I booked under the guise of 4 Travelocity stars (I don’t know who these reviewers are, but they must carry firearms on trips…) bunking in on the 92-year-old mother in law (no probs-she’s hard of hearing) and a GPS programmed to every Starbucks along the way.
And that amount of time together in a car can bring out some very funny stories about our kids and ourselves that we all had tons of laughs over-including our rendition of the song “Ho Hey” in chicken.
Funny the things that you remember. My girlfriend talked about the time she went to a birthday party when she was a little girl. She was so proud of the fact that she brought as a gift, a small Breyer pony to the birthday girl. And when the big moment arrived, and the gift was opened, the birthday girl started crying because she already had the SAME ONE. And my girlfriend remembered her devastation that her gift was a bomb. She also remembered that the goodie bag had paint brushes in it. And no paint. What was up with that? Ok moms of kids-40 plus years later she REMEMBERS this!
When I was 5, on my birthday week, my father and I drove to Jacksonville, Florida (Mom had just had her third, and stayed behind in Atlanta)-he to start looking for a new home with a job transfer, me to stay with my grandmother all by myself. Because, you know, I am 5. Hear me roar.
Anyhoo…We stopped at a Stuckey’s on 75 south in middle Georgia for lunch. I of course, princess that I am, was wearing my birthday crown from kindergarten that my teacher made me. All pink and sparkly and jeweled up. And after we finished, we got back on our way to Jacksonville. Except for one thing.
We left the crown behind. In a Stuckeys, in middle Georgia. And being that I was 5, had already worn it proudly for like, a week, totally forgot I left it there, until we got to Jacksonville.
Cue 5-year-old girl drama when learning that said crown was left behind in a roadside restaurant 300 miles away. Ugly, huh?
Dad went back to that same Stuckey’s on his way back home. No crown. One of the waitresses actually took it to her daughter. Or that is the story I got. Works for me.
Funny what we remember. And there is something really great about a road trip with your teens, in a small sedan, with lots of coffee and fast food, that brings out the fun in all of us.
And no murder charges.
What stories do you remember?