The beaten up old Pontiac sputtered violently as we rolled
leisurely out of our driveway. With my mom in the passenger seat and my
dad behind the wheel, the front of the car was up with excitement for our
trip to Arizona. My brother Allan was quietly asleep next to me, and as
for my sister, Jacqueline, and youngest brother J.D.; they played quietly
in the car. I sat quietly behind my mother, still delirious of the
situation and dreading the long exhausting trip that I was to endure.
My lack of enthusiasm was due to my late bedtime the night before.
I guess I was lucky to be a passenger in the car, and not the driver, as so
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he
sat behind the car's steering wheel. We had already been on the road for
three hours now, and still not a peep out of anyone, except my youngest
siblings whom were frolicking around together with their toys in the back
of the car. My dad refused to stop for food until noon. It was 11:30, yet
30 minutes seemed like an awful long time and my stomach had been craving
something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontrollable,
an almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came
to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue
by putting myself to sleep.