We packed our bags, we were going far.
With snacks and games we stuffed the car.
My brother and I climbed in the back.
We reached in the cooler and pulled out our snacks.
We took off our shoes, grab our books and we read.
“This is actually fun”, my brother said.
We got tired and laid on the pillows we brought,
We rolled down the windows when it got too hot
We tried our best to get along.
We played some games, we sang some songs.
Boredom eventually began to grow.
Especially, when our parents got in, and we started to go.
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