Journal Entry #2

September 17th, 1963

We woke up around five in the morning and left in the Brown Bomber. Momma packed tons of food in the cooler we borrowed from the neighbour and had the entire trip planned out in her little blue notebook. She had all all the events that was going to take place, where we slept when we ate and so on. It started to get annoying. I was already pissed off by Grandma Sands and now momma is annoying me with her stupid brown book with a bird in front of it that was supposed to be a flower. It felt like she was writing down how we were supposed to live, almost as if my entire life was in a book. Luckily the only Earthly person in the car dad ignolred momma's preperations and almost drove the entire way non-stop without stopping. My destiny to live with Grandma Sands was sadly almost here.