One of the greatest things about growing up in my family were the vacations we would take. My dad would plan a trip for us every other year or so. We drove to California one year, Texas another year, took a trip to our nation's capitol, went to Florida and many more. I will treasure those memories forever, like the time I tried to make an imprint of my hair with Silly Putty just outside of Missouri and then watched my parents find a store to buy peanut butter and everything else possible to try to get the putty out of my hair. We ended up getting a scissor and an odd haircut.

One of the things I remember most about these trips was the fight for the stereo. There was no fight. Dad was driving so he got to choose what we listened to and thank goodness dad had great taste in music. I was blessed to have parents who loved and appreciated music and exposed me to it all the time. Our road trips were filled with cranked speakers and sing-a-longs.

Those road trips exposed me to some of the artists and songs that I still love today and helped shape me into what I am. You could be sure you would hear some Kenny Rogers, Buck Owens, Waylon Jennings, Elvis, Charley Pride and more. Here is a soundtrack to what a road trip with my folks would've sounded like. Pretend you are in the backseat with me, make sure you stay on your side and no touching. Buckle up and enjoy the ride.