In October 1993 we rented a passenger van and drove to D-land. I was 5. Grandpa and his new wife Janet came with. So did Emily’s best friend, our next door neighbor, Faith.
I was going through a phase of my life where I was attached like glue to what is referred to as “Kenz’s Sucky Blanky.”
That’s what I called it “Sucky Blanky.” I would suck my thumb and rub my face with a corner of the blanket… which was really a workhorse wash rag. My dad packed a dozen of them, in anticipation of many getting lost on this trip. Please note how many pictures “Sucky Blanky” is featured in.
The drive was great. I listened to the Joshua Tree on repeat on my discman… the whole entire drive. (Sucky Blanky #1) And this is when I decided I loved Bono.
My patient dad let us bury him in the sand. The man has a ticket straight to Heaven.
One of the most memorable experiences of this trip was Faith barfing in the ocean. It happened shortly after this picture was taken. Janet is smiling, I’m trying to show Emily and Faith my sea shells… and they are ignoring me. It serves them right to get hit in the face with a wave of salt water and sea weed.
A very fanny family. (Sucky Blanky #2)
Emily, Gina, Faith, Me: Splash Mountain style.
Because it’s my favorite.
Out of the Asylum. (Sucky Blanky #4)