No Punch Backs

The morning school run has a specific rhythm to it—the hum of the tires, the half-awake conversation, and the constant scanning of the road ahead. It’s a scene that feels remarkably familiar, though the roles have shifted.

Growing up, car rides were a tactical battlefield. My siblings and I had an entire repertoire of games designed for the backseat, nearly all of which served as a flimsy excuse for someone to end up with a sore shoulder. The undisputed king of these was “Punch Buggy.” Whether it was a vintage 1972 model or a modern remake, spotting a Volkswagen Beetle meant a quick jab to the arm and the triumphant shout of “Punch buggy, no punch back!”

By the time we reached our destination, my shoulder usually bore the physical evidence of our competitive spirit.

Now, I find myself back in that familiar environment, but from the driver’s seat. As I drop my daughter off at middle school, the tradition lives on. We’ve turned that old sibling rivalry into our own morning bonding ritual. We scan the lanes and parking lots for those distinct curves, and the legacy of the game continues—though I like to think we’re a little more relaxed about the “punching” part these days.

It’s a small, silly connection to the past, but it’s the perfect way to start the day.

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