The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car—I forget what kind it was—and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad."
We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home.
I guess some things never leave you.
- Jack Handey. Deep Thoughts, 1992
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