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.
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Once again, I am in stiches! The pennies would pop back up and hit you in the face? Egads! I wish I had known you and your family in those days - sounds like a riot!
Sometimes they would fly back up and pop us in the face, but it was all in good fun.
LMAO
dude, this is unbelievable. but it just goes to show that kids are resilient! next time your kid throws a tantrum over not being able to get a toy, you can give him the "at least you don't have to cut the grass with scissors!" line. ahem.
not that my childhood resembled yours in any way, but reading this post has certainly inspired me to write more about some of my f-ed up family life.
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