"Oh! The places you'll go" --Dr. Seuss

Six feet wide from door to door. Beige cloth interior that feels somewhat similar to velvet. I am sitting there surrounded by two pillows, two blankets, and a giant purse filled with many activities to do. On the opposite side sits my brother with pretty much the same things as me, just instead of a purse filled with things, its a backpack. Between us is a small cooler filled with drinks and a few munchies to chow down on along the way. In the front passenger seat sits my mother, lost in her own world of tabloid magazines and a good Daniel Steel book. My dad sits in the driver's seat, always. Its his spot. He is the navigator, always guiding us to a new adventure.
I sat many hours in the same seat, right behind the passenger seat in the back of that vehicle. I enjoyed many car rides and many fun family get-aways. The landscapes that the car has allowed me to see have been magnificent. From the dunes of Arizona to the beautiful speckled beaches of Coronado Island, California, that car has brought me many wonderful pictures. Pictures, however, cannot compare to the wonderful times playing "Mad Libs" with my little brother.
I know that when I grow older and start a family of my own, I want to go on family vacations just like the ones I had when I was growing up. I hope to start a tradition in my own family that my mother and father did with me and my brother. I want my children to remember the car rides and family adventures that they go on with me and the rest of their family. The family car was a spectacular place of my childhood and I'm sure will be in my adulthood too.