[Nathan Jr.]

When I was growing up (one of eight also), we all traveled in the back of an empty panel van, sitting on kitchen chairs because we couldn't afford better. We all held on to each other during stops and starts, so no one ever fell over or got hurt (okay, it would happen from time to time). It was weird, but what memories!

[dead]

We were six kids, stacked like cordwood with the luggage, in the back of a Ford Fairlane station wagon, barreling down the turnpike to the Jersey shore.

Now my dad would be headed to prison, especially after they found out he had beer in the cooler.