i one the sandbox

so today, i ate something that reminded me of my childhood.
chunky chicken noodle soup.photo courtesy of
let me tell you a story.
for the majority of my life, my father was a truck driver.
every summer from the time i was around 6 until i was about 14, i spent two weeks with him on the road.
it was fun.
i did go a little crazy, i talked (a lot), but that's not really a big difference.
i also sang, at the top of my lungs, all the time.
i played the sand box game.
(i one the sand box, i two the sand box, i three the sand box... i eight the sandbox. it's hilarious when you're on the road)
and i read.

when we needed to eat and didn't want to eat truck stop food (which actually isn't that bad) or cold cut sandwiches (which get really old), we would pull out a can of chunky soup.
i know that this isn't really exciting to anyone else, but my dad had a special way of preparing it.
we put the can on the engine to heat it up. you could drive with it on the engine. it didn't fall off. it was actually really fascinating.
now, every time i eat chunky soup, it takes me back to those days, singing in the truck, eating soup heated on the engine.
and it makes me miss my daddy.
and my childhood.