My parents were big on road trips when us four kids were growing up. One year we took a road trip from Connecticut to Washington state, where my parents had lived about 20 years prior. Driving past their old house, my mom thought she recognized the people working in the yard next door. So not creepily at all, we slowed to a stop and rolled down the windows of our rented minivan.

“Did you live here 20 years ago? You did? It’s us, we recognize you! Ohmigosh hi!” We must have stayed in these peoples’ house for hours – it was one of those things you have no control over as a kid…the grown-up conversation was SO boring, and lasted SO long. I have absolutely no idea where my sisters went, but they are several years older so it’s possible that they were included in the grown-up conversations. But my brother and I definitely just hung out in these peoples’ kitchen watching their 13″ black and white countertop TV. I’m pretty sure we watched the Munsters – come to think of it, maybe the TV was color and it was just the show that was black and white, who knows.

It was super boring at age 9, or however old I was, but now it’s a fond memory that our entire family remembers differently that we can argue about. And honestly, that’s at least 70% of the fun of memories.