Ah, I remember enjoying that story once before. Still wonderful. Here is something I just wrote up. I guess technically it's not a memory, since I don't remember it, but it is somewhat of a family legend by now.
~jon

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Road Trip
J. M. Strother

It is truly amazing that I am alive, considering all the stupid things I did when I was a kid. It started at a remarkably young age too. I was too young to actually remember my first close call, but it was on a road trip to Virgina.

My father was one of those WWII transplants. He joined the Army in Virginia, then met my mom at a USO dance while stationed at Scott Field in western Illinois. After the war they settled in her home town, St. Louis, rather than his. I think dad had enough of the farm. But all his folks lived back in Virginia, so beginning in the 1950s we started making periodic pilgrimages back east to keep in touch.

I suppose it gets a little hectic doing a road trip with a car full of five kids, so I guess it's not too surprising that my folks were not exactly paying attention one hundred percent of the time.

I'm told I used to be fascinated watching my father shave, so it was just natural curiosity that got me interested in my dad's shaving kit. Like I said, I was too young to remember, but I'm told one of my siblings suddenly yelled out that I was bleeding. My dad quickly pulled over and my parents frantically yanked me out of the car, face bleeding profusely, my dad's razor in hand. The cuts were all superficial, but the incident was a real heart stopper for my folks.

Ah, the joys of parenting.

 
~jon
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