The lil' Van that could

Have you ever had a moment in time that you wanted to remember? There is no real significance to it, but there it is. I was in my dad’s van. The van: brown and beige with gold trim lining, velvet curtains and carpeted floors, and a mini TV right at the center where everyone would hit their head at least once as they entered. We went on several road trips in that old Mitsubishi yet it’s the trips back home that I think about the most. Everyone would fall asleep. It felt so safe, so secure, so soothing with my dad behind the wheel. No sharp turns or high speeds, just by-the-book careful driving for hours. The soft, rumble of its engine, the gentle breeze cooling the window as I press the palm of my hand against the glass. Flat desert planes for miles, mountains, and the ever-changing, colorful sky to keep me company.