
             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.
                                         
                        From Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
