Growing up was a real hoot in our family.
Dad had this old Volkswagen micro bus that he kept in perfect condition for when we all went out as a family.
Every year all four of us kids, the dog, and mom and dad would all pile into the van and head out on a trip. A couple of years ago, he thought we should go to the beach for a couple of weeks. We packed up all of the camping gear, took our personal belongings, and climbed into the bus. The first hour, our trip was really good and it was comfortable. As we headed south, we noticed that it was becoming hotter and hotter. The air conditioning wasn’t working. Mom was passing out sandwiches as we sat at a picnic table at a rest stop. She said to go inside, but that didn’t do us any good. We all climbed back into the van. Without air conditioning, we were soon becoming irritable with each other. Dad was yelling at us for being too loud and we would just get more rowdy. After three hours, dad decided it was time to start looking for a hotel for the night. We were more than halfway to our destination, but he was tired of the situation. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner and when we walked in, it was like getting a breath of fresh air. The air conditioning was perfect. We ate a leisurely supper while enjoying our dinner. Dad and mom were discussing whether to stop for the night or go the last three hours. Cooled and refreshed by the air conditioning, we all voted to continue on to the beach.