I'm a little behind, as I have one more postcard to add, plus a new prompt came through yesteday. Today I'm playing catch up.
This story is based in childhood memories of our family travels across the country. My memories are in large part happy, full of curiosity, games, destinations, and sights. We had a car load of kids! Dad drove, mom did her best to keep us entertained and under control. Dad would get a little grouchy when tired and, sometimes, he had a need to conquer the road, but he also loved to stop every chance we had to explore. This event did not happen to me (to us). It is a fiction, but I do know what it feels like to be stuck inside a car for a very long road trip.