Speaking of father's back seat, what can you think of?
I can think of my father's motorcycle. , electric cars, vans, King Kong, containers (truck category name), cars.
Yes, my father is an old driver who has worked for many years. I remember buying all kinds of cars, cars, cars at home, and most of them were trucks. I am a girl who grew up dealing with all kinds of cars.
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I like to climb up and down and roll around in the car with friends my age. The big tires and height of the truck are my favorite objects to conquer. Every time I climb to the top of the roof, I feel a great victory. Climbing in front of the car, climbing behind the car and climbing by the car have all become my favorite games when I was a child. I am nothing like a lady who is forced to stay at home and watch TV.
Even so, my father never said anything about me, but always reminded me to pay attention to safety and taught me how to climb and where to catch it, which would be safer.
Therefore, I am more attached to my father. Every time his car starts, I can't wait to climb up and follow. My father won't stop me if I don't leave home. He and my mother will be willing to take me out for delivery by car. My mother said that I was a follower at that time and I could go wherever I wanted. They will prepare me a lot of snacks, biscuits, milk, Wahaha, eight-treasure porridge, crispy noodles ... all kinds of snacks will be changed, which has become one of the reasons why I prefer to follow the car.
At that time, my father's truck cab had two rows, and the back seat was longer, so he could sleep with a quilt. Every time I go out happily with my father, I am comfortable leaning against the window to bask in the sun, blow the wind, and sometimes listen to my mother humming all the way. Very comfortable, I feel very happy.
After school, fewer and fewer people can follow the car, and the most people sit in the back seat of dad's motorcycle. Mom said, I am a big slacker who loves to sleep, and I still am. At that time, there was no cell phone alarm clock. Every time I wake up, it's almost time for class As a result, my patient father will take me to school by motorcycle every time I am late, the distance is about 1 km, and it takes minutes to ride a motorcycle every time.
Gradually, it became a routine for my father to drive my brother and me to school by motorcycle. As long as he is at home, he can send me for various reasons-the weather is bad, "I will send you"; I'm gonna be late. "I'll see you off." I became the envy of my classmates nearby, and my father's tall and stalwart image was never forgotten by my classmates. It seems that only father is the most free. Now I understand that the father is not the most idle, but he is willing to spend the most time on his children.
Sitting in the back seat of my father's motorcycle, there are several people who are most impressed. Once I went up the mountain with him to transport sweet potatoes. He tied a big bag full of sweet potatoes and squeezed a small back seat for me. The mountain road was bumpy, and I clung to the rear of the car. I told my father that he told me to stick to it and go home early. He may forget that I am a girl with weak hands.
When I couldn't hold on at all, I thought I would choose a flat dirt road to jump, instead of falling from somewhere to avoid hitting a stone, so I jumped out of the car and got a little bruised. As a result, my father was criticized by my mother for this, and then I rarely sat in such a difficult back seat.
There are also several times when I make up classes in junior high school. It is very cold in winter in Hunan, especially in the frost period. Riding a motorcycle is simply blowing your face. My home is two kilometers away from where I take the shuttle bus. Every time my father sends me there, my face is covered with frost, and there are tiny frost flowers on my beard, eyebrows and cheeks. From a distance, it looks like a young version of Grandpa Christmas, funny and cute.
When you are lucky, wait for ten minutes at the waiting place and the bus will come. Sometimes, when the car drives away from our eyes, dad will step on the gas to catch up with the bus. I leaned my head on my father's back and shouted "Come on" behind him, praying that I could stop in front of the bus and get on the bus so that I could catch up quickly. Obviously, my father's driving skills are beyond doubt. Every car chase is like a racing game, which is thrilling.
Later, I went to college and slowly changed vans and cars at home. My father also began to change from a driver to a "coach", teaching my brother and me to drive motorcycles and cars. My father said that our generation lives in 2 1 century, and driving is a necessary skill, regardless of gender.
So I learned men's motorcycles when I was 17 years old, and it was not a problem to drive 10 or 20 kilometers, and I became the female driver with the highest U-turn rate at that time. Later, when I was preparing for my driver's license test, my father gave me his van and van to practice, which made me experience the domineering I had never had before. He always said, "Great teachers make great teachers". Indeed, my brother and I passed the driving test smoothly and didn't spend much money.
Yesterday was a holiday, and my father happily took my mother and me out for a walk on his little donkey as soon as he got off work. I once again felt the comfort of sitting in my father's back seat, as if I had returned to my childhood. Guangzhou evening breeze blows, the temperature is just right, and it seems to be mixed with a hint of sweetness.
I know very well that my father's back seat is very unusual. It has no preference for boys. It gave me many wonderful childhood memories. It grew up with me and sent me out of that small village again and again.