One Summer after 3rd grade, I believe, my family borrowed my grandparents' motor home to drive to North Dakota for a family reunion. I spent a lot of time with my eldest brother on that trip, listening to his music, "racing" him at a rest stop, having to drive an hour back to said rest stop because he dropped his wallet while racing me (lol). There was a giant cow in New Salem, ND that we drove to. It was the only time that my father's tiny home town wasn't terribly boring. Was the first road trip I'd ever been on, and the only one for a number of years.

Some other things:

Summer trips to the coast, staying overnight; saturday morning cartoons, heh; all three brothers sharing a room, lol; sleeping over at a friend's house, staying up really late talking about serious or scary things; the Summer of Ska, what the radio played around that time; driving around with my sister when she was collecting beanie babies...

Stuff. Stuff and things.