When I was 11, my dad took me to Washington D.C. It was an exciting trip. We had a tan van at the time which my dad drove all the way there. We had a suitcase each in the back of the van, lots of food, and a refrigerator plugged into the cigarette lighter filled with all the things that needed to be refrigerated, like hard-boiled eggs and milk. My mom packed me two big duffel bags full of activity books and games, etc., so I had plenty of things to do. I had the whole back seat to myself, so I was pretty comfortable getting there. We drove about 13 hours through Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, and finally Maryland, where we spent the night. We had to go to a conference the next morning at the Washington Hilton so we somehow found our way through all the traffic. As I recall, the conference lasted about a week, with a variety of interesting speakers like J. C. Watts, who was a U.S. representative at the time, Bob Dole and Jack Kemp, who were running for president and vice president that year, and Ross Perot, whom we missed. I was disappointed; I wanted to hear him because I had heard he was a little eccentric.
I was wearing a nice outfit, but the elastic in my skirt wasn't doing its job. I had to make sure my skirt didn't slip down too far while I was listening to the speakers. My dad solved the problem; he found a stretchy rubber band that matched my skirt and put it around the waist, that was just enough to keep it in place. The funny thing was, I had another dress packed that we had bought specifically for this trip, but I never ended up wearing it.
After the conference was over, we did some sight-seeing. We tried to see the White House and the Lincoln Memorial, but we couldn't figure out how to get to the Memorial. All we did was drive around and around on a circular road. We caught a tiny glimpse of the White House behind some trees and traffic. My dad took a picture of it, but if no one told you what it was a picture of, you would never know. The next blog will be about more of our trip.
I was wearing a nice outfit, but the elastic in my skirt wasn't doing its job. I had to make sure my skirt didn't slip down too far while I was listening to the speakers. My dad solved the problem; he found a stretchy rubber band that matched my skirt and put it around the waist, that was just enough to keep it in place. The funny thing was, I had another dress packed that we had bought specifically for this trip, but I never ended up wearing it.
After the conference was over, we did some sight-seeing. We tried to see the White House and the Lincoln Memorial, but we couldn't figure out how to get to the Memorial. All we did was drive around and around on a circular road. We caught a tiny glimpse of the White House behind some trees and traffic. My dad took a picture of it, but if no one told you what it was a picture of, you would never know. The next blog will be about more of our trip.
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