i used to lay down in the back seat of my mom’s old chrysler or in the bed of my dad’s light blue pickup truck and watch the trees and power lines and the every changing sky pass by. i was smaller then and it was beautiful to just lie there watching. now that i’ve started driving on my own i feel like i’ve lost a little of the magic and wonder of the world as i used to see it. i long for that wonder and wide-eyed curiosity back.