Summer trips to Texas, dreaded by my mother, sisters, and me.
Visiting cousins who hate, and tolerate us. Yuck!
I hear my mother whisper to her sister. "Here are the insurance policies,
just in case we're in an accident and die." Boy!
I don't want to go.
The long lonely highway stretching before me.
Sixteen hours, feeling cramped and trying to make the best of it.
This endless journey of the Alphabet game, count the cars on the
trains, spot the other states license plates