Memories

Last night Keith and I went to his parents house in Stamping Ground for dinner. It was a beautiful day so we took the prowler. On the way home it was beautiful. In the 70's and it was a clear night. Driving home made me just have amazing memories of when dad and I would road trip. We use to do it all the time. He has a family friend in WV that we would go visit. I would always get to be DJ and he would always drive. Dad and I have the same taste in music so it was never a problem. When I was little he would give me his cassette tape case and say "pick something" and we would drive to wherever singing and laughing. As I got older things were changing but the one thing that always stayed the same was road trips with dad. He never got tired of driving and we would always sing. When I got older though we started having more and more conversations. Really revealing ones which I think has brought us closer over the years. Funny stories too that would make us both laugh so hard we were crying.
It's been a while since we've road tripped together. I think the last time was probably a couple years ago. I miss that time of my life where the open road was in front of you, knowing a wonderful adventure awaits. I guess now I'm on my own open road, waiting for my adventure to show itsself.