Road trips!
Most people have experienced one. You either love it or you hate it.
I am someone who hates road trips, but it wasn't always that way.
When I was four, road trips would consist of day trips to Cedar Point with my family, where the anticipation of going kept my energy up and I'd sleep through the ride home.
But that was before my fear of rollercoasters.
My dread for road trips started in middle school when I went on a stressful trip.
The goal was Michigan to Georgia.
My mom couldn't come on the trip as she was needed home to support my sister.
But, I wonder if she was there if things would've gone smoothly...
Truthfully, things would've been worse.
A car ride with me, my dad, and older sister in my dad's super old car. A ride asking for disaster.
What does one do when constantly fighting their sister, almost getting hit by cars, and having to confront your fear of heights through the rocky mountains?
Twice.
With your father having little dictation with you mother not around.
Again: asking for disaster.
Well, that was my experience.
I've hated road trips since.
I also just hate the closeness of family, constantly bothering you, but you can't escape.
Not unless you want to jump out the car.