Day 103… Apparently, from the moment I was born until about the age of five, I never stopped screaming. My mother tells stories of having to take me out of stores because she was afraid that other people would think that she was torturing me. One of the only things that would calm me down, from what I hear, is a car ride. My poor Dad would put me in the car and drive me around for hours on end until I fell asleep.
car ride...sounds like a fairytale...
I think I heard your father’s wonder in the words of your post 💕