Oh, I had a car seat: two pillows ducttaped together so I could sit on them and see over my father's shoulder!! Not allowed to leave the inside of the van, didn't matter than it was 110 degrees in the middle of summer (right outside of El Paso, TX on the Mexican border). I was just fine in the van by myself. My father would leave the custom made table in the back of the van & I would put the 6" metal tube that was it's single leg in the post & then put one of his Canadian-style crutches into the tube (the hand-grip) (
http://www.fetterman-crutches....) and pretend I was flying over the Pacific shooting Japs outta the sky like in one my mom's WWII movies. Or I'd use my View Master & look at Yellowstone or Fred Flintstone.. (
http://suzi.se/blog/wp-content...). Especially when my parents were rock hounding or looking for arrowheads. If we were looking for arrowheads, I was allowed out of the van but I was not to leave it's shadow for fear of rattlesnakes.
*sigh* Ah, the good ol' days. LOL!!!!!!!!
okay, really OT. Need to get back on. I'm covered in black toner, it's been a crappy day & I need to see a purdy picture of a Sweetness!
