Riding In The Back Seat

There were five of us eight, if you counted my cousins. All crammed in the back seat in each other’s laps or laying in the rear window of the car in a time where seat belts weren’t installed. The youngest would be in a contraption that hung over the front seat which didn’t lock. The second youngest in the passenger side lap of an adult. We would be on the way to Tuttle Lake flying down Duck Creek Road. There were two ducts under the gravel road on the way across the marsh. If you went fast enough, you felt you were air born for couple of seconds. “Faster, faster!” we’d shout at my mom or aunt, whomever was driving that day would put the pedal to the metal. Squished together in the back seat we were on a roller coaster! That ride to Tuttle Lake was more fun than the swimming that followed.