User:Nicole okonkwo

Travels with my family When I was a girl, my family used to love to travel. We never had a ton of money, so my parents would save up all year, then they'd take 3 weeks and hit the road by car, we'd bring a pull behind camper and/or a tent, and we'd stay at the cheapest places we could find. Travelling in this way, I was able to see the lower 48 states. I'm told that on my first family vacation from North Dakota to Florida, when I was 3 years old, I refused to use the rest room for 5 days driving because at home we had a purple toilet, and I refused to sit on any other color toilet. Then, as luck would have it, we pulled into a gas station in Georgia that had a purple toilet. Aparently once I got my way one time, it wasn't a problem. Also on this trip, I had a teddy bear with me that I'd had my whole life, and I left it behind at a rest area and it was 80 miles down the road before I realized it, no one was willing to turn around obviously, so my uncle who was travelling with us decided to end my whining, and not yet being a parent, he just made matters worse by telling me an aligator had probably eaten it by now. Thus began my long and illustrious history of travel with my parents. I have many "fond" memories such as: - The time my parents were getting gas in the middle of Utah, I got out of the car to get a snack and when I came out, I saw them driving away, having not realized I'd gotten out of the car (or so they claim). - The time I bought this giant Sugar Daddy...this was a 10 inch by 4 inch rectangle of caramel on a stick. We were in southern California and I set it on the brown vinyl seat where it blended in, so I sat on it, and over the course of a few hours driving, I pretty much fused to the seat, and did not realize it until the next time I tried to get up.