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My parents moved to Mississippi when my brother and I were small children£¬and we were separated from our grandparents in Oklahoma by some 600 miles.This geographic distance allowed us to only visit our grandparents once a year, either at Christmas or on summer vacation.

Most of my classmates lived near their grandparents, and I would routinely hear stories of extended families regularly spending time with one another£¬fishing at “grandpa's” house or going over to “grandma's” for her famous fried chicken.We were disappointed that we did not get to spend more time with our grandparents£¬but our love for them remained deep and strong.

The anticipation for a road trip to Oklahoma for my family was like going to Disney World.We would count the days£¬and when Day 1 struck, the entire family would pile into the car at four o'clock in the morning.We grabbed blankets£¬pillows and snacks£¬because Dad did not intend to stop until we got there.