In the form of a storyline

My mother and I constantly take mini road trips, from going to a different state to staying somewhere new in New York. During these delightful trips with my mother our attitudes towards each other changes, leading us to create a mother-daughter bond. This lasts as long as the trip. I never had much interest in spending quality time with my mother, I grew up too fast thinking I did not need her. I was driven to seek out my mother, plan small but adventurous outings for her and me. By traveling together we built a bond of happiness that was never achieved as a younger person. Because of these trips, I learnt to be an excellent copilot and grew closer to my mother. Learning to drive on a mountain and having nearly fallen off the side released a rush of adrenaline. The dangerous and radical events made it exhilarating. When you hold your breath thinking ceases, oxygen is not able to reach the brain thus leaving you to become daring. The great comfort of memories is that they will never vanish but it is a reminder of everything good in life are not able to expand. I do not hold love on a pedestal but instead I have love in the neocortex, making love to be reasonable and rational. This brings me to what I believe. Love does not have to be shown physically to be felt emotionally.