My mom raised my sister and I by herself in Central Virginia, working full time on a pretty low salary. We didn't take family vacations to exotic places abroad, I've never even been to Disneyland. But what we DID do is take road trips together. The three of us would pile in the car with our snacks, pillows and blankets and go to Virginia Beach, Baltimore to watch the Orioles play ball, New York City (an amazing experience for a 15-yr-old, let me tell you), Washington, DC to visit the Vietnam Memorial or the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. She would tell us stories, and the three of us would sing along to the radio. There was usually very little planning involved. We would sleep in the car or in cheap hotel rooms, but when you're a kid, that part didn't matter. It was the adventure of it all. We were explorers. I will never forget those days.
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