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A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
What a coincidence. I just posted a haibun about road trips then I see you have done the same. I like your memories. Road trips in the back seat of the car as a child were fun. You capture the feeling well.
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The old 1940 something Chevy Fleetline coupe with fast back was driven to Yellowstone National Park in 1950. I shared the bench seats with my parents, my two older sisters and my Aunt Opal. Daddy had to use a garage to repair something but then, he always carried tools in the trunk of the car. That same blue coupe with tiny rust spots (hence my name for the car, Freckles) would make another trip in 1952 to California. Daddy had his tools, again, which always made for an interesting trip.
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