One of my earliest memories is riding in the back seat of my parents' car, a tan late 70s model Ford Fairmont.
My seat was always behind mom, or the right side passenger. My younger brother, Adam, sat behind dad. We were small enough that both my brother and I liked to rock back and forth, bouncing against the rear seat. These were the days before back seats had shoulder strap seat belts. Truthfully, I do not even remember wearing a seat belt in the back seat until I was a few years older, though Mom and Dad may have buckled us up.
Adam and I could hit the back of the seat as hard as we wanted with no harm done to either us or the leather interior- we were both that small.
I also remember Dad driving us to a Krispy Creme Doughnut shop some evenings after Sunday night church services. A cream filled doughnut is my first memory of tasting something sweet. Cream filled doughnuts from Krispy Creme remain my favorite, though I try not to order them often, so that I can keep the taste special for me. When I bite into one or even just smell it, I can see in my mind the fluorescent lit green and white shop set against the dark sky of a Wilmington night, and I remember riding in that Ford car, rocking and bouncing against the back seat.
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