Ummm.....childhood memories? (Had to check I was on the right thread there! lol)
OK, so, since this veered foodie again, I'll make it a food related one! I was about 5 or 6 when I can first remember the Sunday "outings" in my grandfathers HUGE Lincoln. This car was a big, black boat. My grandfather, being a double amputee but licensed to drive, did so slowly and the traffic behind him let me learn what a true "Sunday driver" was! lol Now, before we would leave the house, my mother and the Croation grandparents would start to speak in Croation about what "plan" they had for the day. It might be to take my sister and I to Kiddie Land (can't remember what the Croation was for that one), or White Castle which they used the terms little cows in the language, or to Dairy Queen which was to my ears something about "milky"...although they would call it Milk King to keep us from knowing. Somehow, I always knew. Don't know if I just understood the language back then or my psychic senses kicked in.
ANYWAY, off in the car we'd go, all 6 of us in luxurious splender in this monster of a vehicle that had room to spare! No car seats, no seat belts, just rolling down the road with the honking behind us. We would reach "treat" destination and my sister and I would enjoy our Sunday afternoons usually devouring some deliciousness. In the winter, we'd go once a week to the Dime Store (think Dollar General now) and we'd be given the precious dollar or two each to spend on ANYTHING we wanted in the store.
After the fun, we'd all head home and wait for the Wonderful World of Disney to bring us our evening joy before bedtime after spending time with our grandparents, who, by the way, stayed for Disney with us. We were spoiled rotten by the grandparents, and it is a joy to remember those days.
