*Cough, cough*
As I was blogging about my sicky day, I have something to add to it.
Papa drove us to the nearby restaurant last night for dinner. I requested Papa to drive as I was really not up for it to be behind the wheels.
I slide my butt into the back passenger seat and locked the safety belt. I had this warm, fuzzy feeling filled with memories. Papa used to drive us around when we were younger, to everywhere, anywhere; way before we got our driving license……
I clearly remember how the 4 of us traveled in the car. Papa will be driving, Bro Marky Mark will be seated in front, Mama will be seated next to me behind, at the back passenger seat. I used to be short enough to stand in the middle – in between the 2 front seats. To me, I would get a better view. Phew, thank goodness nothing happened to me back then. It is so damn dangerous to stand and move around when the car is moving.
Now, we have all grown up. It is our turn to be the driver whenever there are family outings....
No comments:
Post a Comment