Family Vacation I spent my youth couped in a car. From state to state I traveled Farther than a politician from his word. The nightmares still attack my sleep. With muscles tense I take a leap into A past that makes me who I am. I think about the time I spent when summers came and played and went, When all that's left are memories that linger. Vacation trips we planned so well, Would fall apart and just like hell, Torment us all while bonding us for good. There was a year that I recall, When I was only half as tall, And counter tops were sights I never saw. With station wagon piled high, I sat and watched a drifting sky. I wished that I could be at home in bed. Seemed dad was tired but I was bored. Siblings fought while mother snored. I tried to count the road kills that we passed. The day was hot.  The sunshine beamed. It warmed the seats until it seemed, Like I would die of spontaneous combustion. Passed out from heat, I next awoke. At home and safe, I didn't croak, But knowing it would come again next year.                                                Thal Dixon                                                1994
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