If I squint, I can still see it in my mind’s eye
The back of the front seat
of my parents’ doo doo brown
Buick Estate Wagon: my permanent view
Sandwiched between the adolescent sweaty arms
of my older brothers, their elbows poking my small shoulders
Fighting the space wars that only siblings know about
Gum popping, punches passed across me
Pre-digital age entertainment
Counting cars, Mad Libs, I Spy, rounds of car songs
I could barely see out the windows
But my whole world was inside anyways
I was in heaven between those two
Even their ignoring me was attention I loved
What I wouldn’t give to be back there
Lulled into a happy daze
The faint smell of my dad’s pipe
The tinkle of my mom’s laugh
And those two on either side
Holding me in tight, safe and sound
On the road, together
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Life On The Skinny Branches 
Isn’t it funny how what was once annoying now becomes a treasured memory? Sweet.
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Seriously. Though I really did love being between those two. Adored them.
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You are so lucky. My kids are like this too.
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We didn’t stay close like that, but I do treasure having had it at all.
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That’s too bad.
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We tried our best. I know we loved each other.
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Love that your kids have that.
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Reminds me of our Vista Cruiser. I let my brothers have the seat and rode in the way back!
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Love it!!
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