Good old cardays

When I was little

I loved to dream in my father's car backseat

About travelling the whole wide world

Or the day me and prince charming will meet

My father would sometimes call my name

To check if I'm still awake

I would laugh and make jokes

Tell him next year I am taking the plane

My mom would be checking if we had ate

We would eat of plastic forks and plates

My mom would pray in the car for faith

We would be driving hours and hours, up till very late

The parking stops were a lot of fun

In beautiful Andalusië under the bright sun

Finally being able to shower with travel size shampoo

And then pray after Wudu

I cherish these memories 

As they are part of who I am

I had a wonderfull childhood

It's now all in the past

Time goes by so fast