With Father’s Day coming up next month, I’ve been asked to share one of my favourite car journey memories as part of the Thanks Dad campaign. I’ve never really thought of a car journey as being particularly memorable before so it was strange that I had so many springing to mind straight away.
So instead of just one, I’ve put together a small collection that I’m sure many of you can relate to. And hopefully it’ll remind you of some of your memorable journeys too.
- The first thing that comes to mind is all the singing. Particularly during late-night drives when my dad would ask me to help him stay awake by singing at the top of my lungs. I happily obliged as I really thought I was going to grow up to be Britney Spears. These moments were especially fun because whenever mum drove we had to stay completely quiet so that she could concentrate. Dad’s car journeys were way more fun.
- My dad is a quiet man. So long car journeys could be difficult when we were younger and without a mobile phone for entertainment. But sometimes I’d use this as an excuse to inundate him with questions. A skill that probably comes in useful now when I conduct interviews. It takes a little bit of warming up, but with the right questions he comes to life. One of his favourite subjects: life growing up in Uganda. My ultimate African adventure from my dad’s childhood has to be the time when his young cousin almost got stolen by a gorilla – yes, really. Tarzan could have been my uncle.
- I don’t know what’s happened to my geography knowledge now, but when I was younger I was a pro-navigator. So much so, that my dad always asked me to sit in the front for long car journeys whilst mum was demoted to the back. This obviously made me feel super-important and I took my role as Keeper Of The Map very seriously. And my dad always made sure to look proud and amazed at my ability to follow a simple map. Every time.
- One of the coolest moments on the road as a kid was when we were making our way back from seeing family and we really didn’t want to say goodbye to our cousins so early. Halfway into the journey home, we found ourselves car-to-car with our cousins on the motorway! Dad told us to roll the windows down and we threw sweets into each other’s cars. It’s the little things in life…
- And lastly, my dad teaching me to drive. I was so scared and couldn’t believe he was trusting me to drive his car. He was so calm and so patient with me and has always known how to encourage me with his unwavering belief in my capabilities. I only drove a few metres down a straight road but I felt like such a grown-up. And he still stayed calm with me a few lessons in when I drove straight into the trolleys at Tesco car park! But without his confidence, I wouldn’t have had mine. So thanks dad. And happy Father’s Day!
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