Welcome back to another story from a family cross country trip across the U.S.A. It was 1990 and I was 8 years old. It only took me 30 fucking years to finally decide to write about my memories from it. Anyways, on to the tale today. I literally do not remember anything from Salt Lake …
In the post I wrote before this I had an intro regarding a cross country family trip. I wasn’t sure what direction to take with it. I wanted to write it chronologically but truth be told, I can’t remember the exciting and most memorable things in that order. This first tale I am going to …
Basket of Thoughts 