Vacation, when you’re ten years old, should be full of great memories. And often, our trips were fun, filled with picnics, and packed with adventures.
But one summer, our family traveled by station wagon from Arizona to see our cousins in Texas.
My dad stopped for gasoline at this truck stop in West Texas, and I walked inside, headed to the bathroom.
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