growing up, i lived on the highways between FL & KY either in the cab of my dad's truck or the backseat of my mom's ford.
streetlights became stars, & the stars became my universe i saw my first meteor at 3am on the road back from TN.
Halloweens were spent in the cab with Bugle's on my fingertips, cackling like a witch.
Christmas was an adventure, stuffed into the backseat between blankets & winter clothes.
breakfast was a McGriddle, lunch was a bag of chips & soda from the gas stations & truck stops, and dinner was my favorite, always at ******* Barrel, beside the fire place surrounding by my family & others.
the highway is my home, & i wouldn't have it any other way.
Looking back, I see now that I had a very nomadic childhood, either traveling across the state lines with my dad or my mom, moving every 3 years when the bug bites.