OK, my happiest childhood memory;
Nothing earth shattering
No party
No huge event
Just sittin' in the backseat of the ol' chevy
Big sis at my side
I'm about three or four
We're on a long trip to visit some rels
I stare at the backs of Mom and Dad's heads
Dad had this thick auburn curly hair
Combed straight back
Mom had the Lucille Ball perm
Telephone poles whizzing by
I begin to drift off
I can still hear Mom and Dad's conversation
….but it's growing faint, muffled
I'm half asleep, dreaming sometimes, engine hum and inaudible conversation, other times
It's akin to the softest symphony of muted sound ever heard
I'm as content as I've ever been
….or will be
