Summer road trips had become my usual by age ten. We would pack up two weeks worth of everything and head for the hills. Dad in his glory behind the wheel, mom with her right foot propped up on the dashboard and me and my brother strategically placed between the luggage and snacks.
And though the distance was far I didn’t mind, because there is something magical about the open road, especially at night. I would stare out the window at the stars and pretend to know them. And even when we were the only car in sight, it didn’t feel like it. During the day, I would stare at the countless miles of grass and crops, waiting to catch a glimpse of something offbeat to spark my curiosity.
Whether it was a fire damaged barn standing in disarray, an old beat up truck proudly adorning the American flag, or that lone horse waving his tail, grazing in a field of emptiness – they were all untold stories waiting to be written.
© LaRonda Moore
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