The memories these activities bring are so real I can almost touch them. Little has changed over the years, except friends can stay connected electronically so much better than we ever could with just land lines. <smile> My dad would move me up and back to Saskatoon every fall and spring. The items to pack and move grew incrementally each year. I still laugh when I recall our last trip home after finishing the degree program. We filled the trunk and back seat of the Plymouth Fury -- a big boat of a vehicle. Dad was an expert packer. It was like a 3-D puzzle for him. We got it all loaded, had some supper and then headed home. It was dark shortly after we began the 2.5 hour journey. Oncoming cars began flipping their lights at us. When I asked why they kept doing this, Dad explained that they thought he had the high beams on, when he didn't. We were so weighted down in the back end, that the headlights pointed much higher than usual -- we were lighting up the sky it seemed. <smile> We had a good giggle over that and I can still smile or even laugh when thinking about this.
As all students are busy packing and moving, I heard one line run through my head, silly as it may seem. It makes me giggle, too. <g> Enjoy!
I Like to Move It -- Madagascar movie
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