Riding in the backseat crammed in like sardines, The radio blaring country music, both parents smoking, and the kids were yelling as we shot down the highway towards Edmonton. The family car was designed to hold six occupants, including the driver, for this trip we had eight. At times The speedometer read 140 …show more content…
As far back as I can remember I have suffered from car sickness. For this reason I have never been a great passenger when it comes to road trips, the longer the trip the worse I suffer. While sitting in the back seat, trying not to vomit, I was stung in the back of the neck by what felt like a the world’s largest bee. The shock and pain caught me by surprise. A burning sensation radiated from my neck I would soon find out that it was not a bee, or any