Back in the days when Sienna was a paint color and Odyssey was a Greek epic— long before car seats, booster seats, rear climate control, iPod interfaces, Bluetooth, and molded cup holders for Triple Venti Non-Fat Caramel Macchiatos—the all-American family car was a Ford Country Squire. Ours was lemon-yellow with faux wood panels, and probably averaged about 14 mpg.
My eldest sister was a teenager and avoided us completely. So on our journeys to the local YMCA on wicked-hot days in August, my brother rode shot-gun and the back bench seat was relegated to my sister and me, where it was all about that invisible-but-never-to-be-crossed line that separated her space from mine. But after we stopped at the farm stand on the way home, the watermelon was always parked at my feet.
nancydrewit 
So cute!
Thanks, Jill!
Haha, too cute! They’ve both got serious attitude. 🙂
We had a funny old red station wagon, and I usually sat at the very back and facing backwards. Lots of family trips in that thing.
I have to admit I was envious of those rear-facing seats! Thanks for stopping by!