You’d print your route before leaving and pray there were no detours.With nothing to scroll, boredom pushed us outside to play, read, or daydream.Planning a movie night started with the entertainment section of the paper.Flipping through those thin pages was the only way to check your spelling.Old magazines and cereal boxes were our only entertainment while we waited.Making the perfect road trip mix took hours, and it was worth every minute.Checking the time meant looking at your wrist, not your pocket.You had to politely introduce yourself before asking if your friend could come to the phone.Meeting someone new meant scribbling their number on your palm and hoping it didn’t smudge.That loud buzzing box on the nightstand was the only thing getting you out of bed.Every road trip came with a giant map that nobody could ever fold back the right way.You knew your best friend’s number by heart, and you probably still do.
