On the spur of the moment Dad says, "Girls be ready at 7 a.m., we are going to Dollywood!".
Carrie calls shotgun and I sit in the back with Melissa. The girls are excited, and we get to listen to them chattering nonstop about what is going on in their lives. We stop for breakfast on the way - you know kids, gotta feed 'em.
We ride rides and eat funnel cakes, ice cream, caramel apples. Mid afternoon we decide it is time for a show - soft seat, dark theatre... but the kids will have none of that. So off they go for more rides and we meet back up after the show.
On the way home late that night we listen to Michael Jackon's Thriller and some classic Rick Nelson. While most of us fall asleep, Buddy safely drives us home again.
This describes one of the many spontaneous trips taken when our kids were growing up, but actually this happened this past Saturday. We kidnapped our two adult daughters away from their home, work, family, and took them on a nostalgic road trip, a chance to just be a kid again, no worries. The smiles on their faces all day made this day a keeper in the ol' memory bank.
