We packed up and moved from Omaha to California
And drove the whole way?
And took turns riding in the yellow truck with Dad or the gray van with Mom?
Singing 100 bottles of beer on the wall the whole way?
And stopped at the cool "Wild West" store?
Where we took our pictures with barb wire Native Americans and buffalos?
And stopped in Vegas over night?
Where your brother split his head open and had to get stitches?
And your uncle takes you to McDonald's where they had spaghetti and pizza instead of hamburgers and french fries?
Before finally arriving in Pasadena?
Well, I do.
|That's me with rag curls...I wanted to be like Shirley Temple|