​One memory I have is when we had a flat tire. We were in Arizona and we had to stop at a gas station that didn't sell gas anymore. A man helped us put the little tire on and then we drove really slowly to the next exit where they patched our big tire up.  I chose this memory because my dad was taking it calmly because he considered it minor and my Mom was having a panic attack.*

*Mom may have a different perspective of her emotional state during this portion of our road trip. —Editor​