Have you ever wished you could have known your parents when they were younger? If you'd met them in high school, would you have been friends with them? If there was such a thing as time travel, we could all go back to the future.
It reminds me of a story my dad told after my grandmother died. He was dating my mom's best friend, and they decided to go to the beach. The three of them were sitting in the front seat of his car. Back then, most vehicles had bench seats and no seatbelts so you could pile quite a few people into them.
While they were driving, dad noticed a woman following them, and weaving a bit. She honked a couple of times and was wildly waving something out of her car window. My dad remarked, "there is a crazy lady following us."
Both girls in the car looked back to see what was going on and what this crazy lady was waving out of her window. My mom recognized her immediately, sinking a little lower in her seat. "You better pull over, it's my mom."
Grandma didn't want her little girl to forget her sack lunch for her day at the beach.
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