When asked what my most memorable road trip has been, it would be so hard to choose which one as there have been so many. Is it the trip where we went to the Grand Canyon and it was in the 70’s on one day and the following morning we woke up to a blizzard? Or is it the time we went to Virginia Beach and my wife got strep throat? Or could it possibly be our first year in Germany and we decided to make our way up the mountain to Frankenstein Castle only to almost go sliding off the mountain in a minivan? Although these road trips stand out in my mind, my most memorable road trip occurred when I was a child and we went on a road trip to visit my mothers’ family in Florida.
The trip started off all right in Ohio, but somewhere in the Carolinas my mother took great offense to the fact that I spit in my pop drink so no else would drink it. Hey look I was five or six years of age and didn’t feel like sharing my pop with anyone else as was the rule that my dad made us share so as to save money. The rest of the road trip was uneventful; save for the fact that there were 6 people shoved into one small Chevy Nova driving straight for 24 hours because my dad didn’t want to stop and stay the night.
Once in Florida we frolicked at the beach during the days and had fun, that is until my mother spotted a shark fin in the water and panicked. As my mother was running up and down the beach yelling SHARK…SHARK…, she fell and sprained her ankle. And as we came to find out the woman who was raised in Florida was terribly mistaken about the shark fin; it was in reality a dolphins’ fin.
Well, toward the end of our time in Florida we went to Disney World with my mother in tow in a wheelchair. The day was fun and I even survived the haunted house ride with a skeleton sitting in my lap. All was right with the world of a 5-year-old. I was having fun wearing my mouse ears, until I was stalked and attacked by my grandmothers Siamese cat; who apparently was mentally ill and mistook me for a real mouse. I and my scratched up legs took great comfort in the fact my grandmother wrestled that cat and threw it outside. I did not see that cat for the rest of my time there, but I did keep my mouse ears and wore them for the trip home.