We never called it "Spring Break" when I was in school-- it was always Easter Vacation. Spring Break was something that happened in college. Even so, I was never one of those crazy college kids that packed themselves into someone's iffy vehicle for the 26-hour drive to Florida.
Well, I did head to Orlando with my parents one year during college. My dad had a meeting that way and since I was off anyway I ended up there with my parents. Luckily, a friend from college was staying nearby with his uncle so we planned to meet up one day for a little beach time together.
I'm not sure of all the details, but I do remember Donny and I headed out from his uncle's house with fun on our mind and a few cold beers in the car. We laughed and drank as we headed toward New Smyrna Beach.
At one point, Donny noted a car to our left.
"Look at the nice Florida lady, Mary! She's waving to us."
I glanced to my left and immediately did a double-take.
"Uhhh, that's no nice Florida lady...that's my mother!"
In a second the beers that had been in our hand were gone. We met up with my mother and sister at the beach a few miles later. Apparently, someone overheard our plan and thought it was good enough for them as well.
Unfortunately, Donny died about ten years later. To this day, I can't think about Spring Break without thinking about him.
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