The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we’d all pile into the car – I forgot 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 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.
