Hull’s vivid childhood reminiscences from citrus country unearthed some of my own forgotten memories of being a kid (getting shamed by my grandma for going shirtless like my brothers, being told to reach over and steer the truck when my dad needed to eat or had to jot down an idea while pulling a trailer down the highway.) Within Hull’s stories of bumping along in her dad’s truck and navigating family and school her (and my) childhood feelings of freedom and power, but also helplessness and fear were clear. Short and interesting read, I wish there was just a bit more continuity or closure between some of the memories and I would have been interested to follow her life further into adulthood.