As I stated in my previous blog “Challenging ourselves by facing our fears”, I am claustrophobic and as time progresses claustrophobia turns into full-blown panic attacks. We are going to step back in time for a fun story today.
My father had another bright idea, it was to move out from where we lived to go south. When we heard that news, my sisters and I started to freak out. We felt it would have been one of the worst decisions he could make.
We also thought this would pass, we couldn’t imagine ourselves leaving. My mother, at that time, didn’t even argue which made it even scarier for us. We thought she would go to battle to stop him from doing such a terrible thing.
We were in our early teens, in order to convince us, he decided we should all go on a road trip. My father had a customized truck which he used for traveling and living in when he was going to work in different regions.
With that in mind he could actually have three persons sleeping in the truck, and with the addition of a tent my sisters and I could sleep in that.
Off we went on the road, our first stop was the Mediterranean. The smell of the salt water in the air was wonderful. We were excited to be by the sea for a couple of days.
We next moved on going deep inland to visit some wineries. We did stop at a couple of them, we did taste some wine. The “Little One” and I got my older sister drunk at 10 in the morning. Why, you may ask, because wine was served to us as well. We had no intention of drinking it, but my older sister didn’t mind drinking it at all. We were laughing when we left the last winery.
My mother realized my older sister was drunk but didn’t say anything, instead she was in one of those rare occasions, where she was laughing with us.
As my father was driving toward the destination he wanted us to see, we started to realize it was in the middle of nowhere. People looked scary to us, my mother’s face was starting to unravel as well. She still didn’t say a word, but we could sense she wasn’t going to agree to his latest idea.
They both left us in the truck while meeting with someone. It was a smaller town than where we currently lived. As you may know, when you go into a small-town people can spot you right away as outsiders. We had to experience that, we felt like animals caged in the zoo. The look of these individuals was scary, we waited patiently inside the truck. An hour later my parents came back.
We were relieved to see them. My mother didn’t look happy which was good for us. After what we saw we didn’t wanted to live there. There were no big or medium cities nearby at all. It was reclusive and scary for us