Each weekend they’d piled into the backseat, little ones on older siblings laps, ready for an adventure. It had been part of their family: the Flying Banana, the greatest car in the world. Which was why, despite being told it was only good for the scrapheap, the rusting wreck continued to sit in their garage – some day the banana would fly again.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales.
For anyone who’s curious, the name ‘Flying Banana’ was the nickname my grandad gave his bright yellow car, back when my mum was young. When I was little we had a car we called Brown Cow, which all six of us kids would sit in the back of. It was a bit of a shock to us when the rear seat-belt law was introduced!
An Enchanted Place 
This is lovely – thanks for sharing your family memories 🙂
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That’s quite a yellow car!!
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Love it!
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It looks like the same color of yellow our little Gremlin car was. A very bold yellow. But we loved it….at least I did, but I wouldn’t choose that color today!
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Sweet story, and best name for a car ever 🙂
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Thank you, Ali. 🙂 The name always amused me!
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Thanks for sharing some wonderful memories of yours Louise. And what a creative and suitable name to the object. 🙂
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Thank you, Norma. 🙂 Writing this brought back several very happy memories! I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
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Lovely 3 line tale! I could imagine the children piling into the yellow banana car waiting for it to fly again!
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Thank you, PJ. 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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uhhhuh. this is extra special because of the memories you wrapped it with. ❤
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Sweet!
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