Driving all day in a compact car with three kids (all of us under the age of 7) couldn’t have been the most relaxing experience for my mom. But, since tying your children to the roof of a moving vehicle is illegal in most states, the next best alternative was to turn up the music and hope that the whining & screaming would eventually wear us out and put us to sleep.
We were only an hour from home, but we would have to make one last stop for gas to make the final stretch. My younger brother (2 years old) and sister (4 years old) sat strapped in the backseat. Being the oldest sibling by a solid 3 years, I’d earned the coveted right to ride shotgun. Continue reading “The Big Problem with Our Big Ideas” »