Here is what I came up with...
Sometimes I remember the good old days
piled into the over-loved and overloaded family station wagon
Sprawled out in the way-way back
listening to library borrowed books on tape like Mickey's Patriotic Songs
Traveling to a different state, a different campground
always with the same borrowed pop up camper
Snacking on pepperoni bread and graham crackers
bickering with my brothers and sister between bites
Dad answering us with his eyes in the rearview mirror
After being asked yet again, are we there yet?
I still can't imagine anything better than that