I don't know why, but every time I see an old truck, it makes me think of all the times I have ridden in the back of a pick-up. I completely understand why we don't in the fast pace of our world today, but it is a little sad that kids won't know what it is like to feel the wind in their face. I cannot remember the last time I seen kids in the back of a truck...And I remember one time my brother picking me up at school...well, he was picking up another brother and me....plus there were at least two more kids, and even seems like more. But I can't for the life of me think who it would have been, and I don't know why he picked up the other two boys. But there were all of us in the cab of a pick-up. I still remember laughing and giggling.
Or there was the time he took at least three, if not four of us girls to our graduation....in the cab of a truck. Giggling and laughing all the way. And I think that is when he fell in love with my best friend. And yes, they did end up married...have been married for almost 37 years now.
