We also stopped at Mammoth Caves, a 400-mile underground maze in Kentucky.
When we got to Memphis, we stopped at the little duplex where I lived between the ages of 1 and 5, while my dad was going to optometry school. This is where I learned to somersault and where I learned to read, yet I barely remember it. When I think back, I can hear the neighbor calling for his dog, feel the spring of the trampoline next door, see the clothes spinning at the local Laundromat. I don't remember the birth of my brother or my dad’s graduation, or any of the things that the grown-ups thought were important.
What better place to picnic than the Parthenon?
The three of us spent three-and-a-half days together, driving 10+ hours a day, and not only was I delivered to my summer job in a timely, we managed not to hate each other by the end. I would call that a successful family road trip!