When I was around the age of ten, my family went for a road trip that included the Grand Canyon. It was a long drive in hot weather, but we were able to get lost in singalong activities. The view after reaching our destination was truly breathtaking. My little brother liked to role play as an explorer, but unfortunately he lost his footing and fell into a patch of shrubs. The sight of him emerging from a shrub with sticks was hilarious. We still call him “bush boy” to this day. This is one of my most cherished family memories.
