Good afternoon all!
You lean your head on the window of the passenger side of your dad’s van and sigh. It’s been a long car ride from Florida to Wisconsin, and it’s gotten colder and more terrible each hour of the trip. Snowflakes are falling faster and faster, and then you see the sign: Time Travel Inn.
“We’re here!” announces Dad as he parks. You’ve finally reached your missing grandmother’s motel in Wisconsin.
I flipped through the book and ended up on page 96!
I feel so small, I wonder if I’m invisible. I feel as small as a flea.