Anyone else remember the Sunday drive? Mum and Dad and the kids (sometimes the dog too) packed into the car to take an aimless road trip around the local area?
Is it a symbol of our busy lives that the Sunday drive seems to have disappeared? Our weekends are so jam-packed with activities and obligations that the opportunity to simply get in the car with no plan or destination in mind is no longer possible.
I’m so old I can remember Sunday drives in cars with no seatbelts. Wandering around the countryside (usually with a pitstop at one of the many local pubs – lemon squash on the verandah).
There was no airconditioning back then, so windows were down, flys were abundant and the dust from country dirt roads flew in.
In a rare spare Sunday recently I suggested we “go for a drive”. The children were horrified, demanding details, timing, destination.
“Where would we go?”, “How long would we be DRIVING for?”, “Why?”
My feeble responses of “we’d just go for a drive, don’t know where, we’d be back by dinner time or maybe not, and just for fun, to explore, see what we can find” was met with dumbstruck looks.
Silly me, I’d forgotten this is the most over-scheduled generation in history. Since early childhood their days have been mapped out, moving from one supervised activity to the next. The concept of just going wandering with no distinct purpose is foreign to them. Perhaps I’ll get to change that these holidays.