First of all, it’s good to be back in the Gould groove. With winter sports being added into the daily routine, everyone is wiped out (in a good way).
Anyways, I wanted to share a particular sentimental flashback today. Now I’m assuming you all know what a “mom van” is. Even a google image search of ‘mom vans’ will show you what I’m talking about. It’s pretty obvious isn’t it? It’s what all the soccer moms in TV shows and movies are driving: a mini van.
I remember when I was younger my family had one. We had a blue toyota mini van that probably looked a lot like this one. Actually that’s exactly what it looked like.
We had that car for as long as I can remember. This car was great. It held:
– all my siblings and I, my mother and father.
– numerous friends for sleepovers later at my house (I remember one time my sister packed so many of her friends in and I had to sit on the floor. Of course I did not complain because I did what I was told and worshipped the ground my sister walked on. However, it’s not like that anymore)
I can remember the countless fights of who got to sit in the bucket seats (the two middle seats) and who got stuck in the way back. Usually my sister and brother overruled me and I was shunned to the back. I guess that’s the life of the baby of the family.
Unfortunately, this cars time came and that was the end of its wonderful journey. It served our family well and we have upgraded to a more suitable vehicle. When the children grow up, there’s no need for mini vans. My brother and sister got their license later on and got their own cars, and my mother got a toyota matrix, a little little car and a big step down from the ‘mom van’.
Until next week!