In July, when Kelsey and Aidan were visiting their aunt in California my Mom and Dad and I took the little cousins on a field trip. We went to the airplane museum at Hill Airforce Base. Morgan loved his map of the place.
Boy those little ones ran all over the place. Run run run and get rid of your energy mwahahahahahaha!
I had to snap a pic of this scene. My Dad driving the VW Vanagon and my mom in the front seat. This is a classic scene from my childhood. Mom never drove dad's cars on account of them being manuals. I remember family vacations where dad was driving and we would be going through farm country-all fields look the same after a while- and I would veg out with my walkman listening to my sisters U2 cassette tapes. Yes, I said cassette tapes-old school here people-it was the late 80's early 90's. Me and my brother and sister would trade places from time to time and once in a while mom came in the backseat and one of us got to sit upfront. It was GRAND. I've been to pretty much all the western states and even some of Canada-all while riding in a VW Vanagon. And every once in a while my kids get to experience a small taste of my childhood too.
