BFF read my last blog and asked how in the hell I could forget to mention our car. Honestly, I don't know. I guess my brain can only recall a small number of childhood memories at a time. There was only one car for the six of us. Well, we had a truck, but the sides fell off. The car was a late 70's model chrysler. It was doo doo brown and in pretty bad shape. It looked similiar to this, but with a lot more rust and a steady bellow of smoke coming out the windows:
The air conditioner was broken. I know, that's a huge surprise. I remember being so hot that I thought I was going to die right there in the back seat. And how painful it was to remove my sweaty little legs from the vinyl when we reached our destination. The best part about the car though was that the floor boards in the back seat were missing. Like instead of a floor, there was nothing. They had rusted completely away so there was a 12x12" hole on each side. Uber safe for three children to ride back there. Anyhow, my cousins and I would throw pennies while we were riding in the back seat because they made a cool spark on the road. And the faster we would go, the better the spark would be. Sometimes they would fly back up and pop us in the face, but it was all in good fun.
PS - I think I spent a good portion of my youth with a contact high.