He took us to a lot of places: Camping out in the Laurentians from Montreal, out to the Maritimes when he used to do his puppet show, down to Florida to visit my grandparents or somewhere else which may have taken a minimum of 2 hours at least.
These were the times where my mind wanders on road trips. I am a big daydreamer and long road trips are where I form my best stories. I still haven’t written most of them out yet. Honestly, the majority of my stories that I dreamed about while watching the scenery go by in the back seat of the car, may never be put out there on the page. It’s part of my life, it helped shaped part of who I am as a writer and storyteller. Who knows, maybe one of those daydreams will come to life on the page. Here’s to hoping…