Second grade, folks got our homework materials from our school, (4th grade for firstborn, 3rd grade for my brother, and mine) and we packed up in the 55 Bel Air to hit the road.
We traveled from Arkansas making stops in White Sands, Carlsbad Caverns, Vegas, Hoover Dam, and numerous other places as we also ventured east going through Ohio, Kentucky, and so many other states. The state I enjoyed the most was the state of bliss from not being in school, and all the cool places we had been seeing along the way.
Many decades later I had stopped in San Antonio to visit Mom, who was meeting an old family friend for lunch. Since I'm on a seefood diet, sounded like a good plan.
Mom re-introduced us, the friend had been one of those stops we made on that trip decades ago.
"OH yeah, I remember you, that's when I spent the better part of second grade in the backseat of a '55 Chevy." I said.
Mom retorted, "It was only several weeks."
I smiled at them both and replied, "Like I said, the better part of second grade."
Hands down, nothing else compares.