Coachmen RV

Home away from home

I love my RV. Growing up in the Flores household was filled with camping and short and long road trips to as far as the beaches of Acapulco. We trusted her unconditionally. Our camper was the home away from home, complete with a mini-size kitchen, bunk-beds (geesh! Remember those?!?), an itty-bitty bathroom and the sounds of Creedence Clearwater Revival in the background. She played witness to the happiest days of my life. She brought us together. We were family to her and she was family to us. We lounged, napped, played board games and yet, not a bump on the road. She was gentle and monstrous at the same time. The other vehicles on the road respected her. And she knew it. At night, my dad would recite his version of popular fairytales with personal adaptations that included us as the main characters. We laughed and laughed. I owe her my childhood. So, the next time you see an RV on the road think of the family memoirs in progress.

Jacqueline, - 17 September 2009