Trips with the Parents!
Even though I normally had a choice, I almost always opted to go with my parents on their trips. We did a lot of day trips to provincial parks, beaches, and some over-nighters to the US. The trips always pretty much went the same:
- Preparation – packing, planning out routes, making motel reservations when necessary
- Departure – high hopes!
- 10 min post departure – Dad gets irritated with something. Voices are slightly raised, but it all passes quickly and typically a jovial mood again takes over the car.
- On the road – I stare out the window, some conversation is going on.
- At this point the stage that I think is best called “The Wildcard” occurred. Anything could happen – silence for long periods of time or more raised voices or polite conversation or … basically it really could go any which way.
- Destination – depending on how far we drove, the appropriate amount of time is spent walking around, appreciating the surroundings, etc. until inevitably it is time to go home.
- On the way home – mostly silence on my end. At this teenage time in my life this is when I realize I probably should have stayed home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but part of my teenage experience was a constant dread that I was missing something amazing that my friends were doing. To this day I can’t think of anything I really missed out on that was truly amazing that was accomplished by my friends, ever.
And that is pretty much how it went.