Just about every year growing up, we drove from South Jersey to grandparent's house in North Miami for Christmas. We stopped overnight in North Carolina or South Carolina. Two parents in front. Three kids in the back seat. This was before in-car movies, personal game machines, MP3 players.
We kids read, slept, played dots and boxes, hangman and license plate games. And, yes, we squabbled. Somehow, my parents managed.
One time, must have been Christmas 1971, we stopped at the Magic Kingdom on the way home! Memories of that trip are foggy. I remember Tom Sawyer's Island. I remember that we did not go on the Carousel of Progress because we already saw it at the New York World's Fair.
Thirty four years later I returned. I was sure I had been on Splash Mountain, but I am told it was not open in 1971.