When you think of memories you more often than not associate it with a positive event. When I read the prompt to think back on my most memorable road trip, a memory immediately came to mind. And no matter how hard I tried to think of a better memory, this obviously was the one i remember the most.
Air as thick as second-hand smoke. Three hours, seven passengers’, windows rolled tight like a lawyer’s tie. A sudden halt. I gasp then start to detach. Chocolate was the culprit of a sibling quarrel. Punches thrown, my father picked up my brother with one closed fist punch and so effortlessly tossed him on the highway like a patch of black ice. He drove away, didn’t stop, driving away farther, boldly carrying his smirk of discipline, but only in our eyes a weak leader in a vicious game of Child’s play.
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