My dad drove me around the country (I’m in the US) for junior tennis tournaments. Drove, not flew. Because it was cheaper back then. And, I remember sitting in the back seats, lying rather, asleep or relaxing, staring up out of the window at the early morning sunrise sky, or in the middle of the night at the stars, through the car window, and it just being really idyllic. I love idyllic.
I’ve have so many good memories. Good times. Good memories I still have, of the good times. They seldom surface because I’m cursed, and I don’t ever remember anything positive because I’m so preoccupied with my pain, but if I can learn to slow down, I will remember beautiful things about my life and all the people who have been a part of it.