Danny’s family spent the better part of the 1950’s on the road. For context you may want to read:
It was one of those hot summer days and we were on the road again. We were traveling west on US Route 66 with trailer in tow. Dad stopped at a truck stop for gas and mom made sandwiches as usual. Back then, mom and I rode in the trailer and dad drove. We all got out and used the rest rooms located on the side of the station. I am sorry for what happened next to this day, but you have to consider that I was only six.
I ran to the road and looked both ways, but they were nowhere in sight. I had lost the dip of ice cream in my cone while running. So there I stood by the highway crying and grasping an empty ice cream cone. I had been abandoned by my parents!
Some men came and took me back to the gas pumps and asked me where my folks were. More and more people came out and gathered around me. I'm really scared. A nice lady in the restaurant brought me out another ice cream cone. Not long after, mom and dad pulled up. Dad told the gathering about how it happened. For some miles, Mom had gone crazy in the trailer trying to get his attention when she didn't see my head in the cab of the truck.
I learned a lot of lessons in my childhood but I didn't learn how to put them to use until we had kids. Or maybe it was when I turned 30.