We all have our icons of childhood–special objects or places that epitomize what it meant to be a kid. Here’s one of mine, and I’d like to hear about some of yours.
The flat spot between the back seat and the back window of those big sedans from the 1950s and 1960s.
Remember being small enough to find that the perfect place to crawl into and take a nap while Pop or Mom drove at night or on a long trip? It wasn’t perfectly comfortable, since those back windows used to curve, and the space was tiny. It was cozy, however. Much nicer than trying to sit between two bigger sisters who made you take the middle of the back seat where there was a big hump on the floor pushing your knees up into your chest.