The memoirs of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd a pile into the car - I forgot what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home.
I guess some things never leave you.
Jalaibee (2015)
8 years ago
All five of us would cram into a Blue Escort, in order to get lost on Welsh mountain roads. Grey slate, grey rain, my sister's elbow.
ReplyDeleteMy dad would play "The Best of Neil Diamond" on loop as my mum faked vertigo for attention.
Crushed Pringles on the floor.
Despair.