As a child on road trips I would stare out the window while my mind wandered. I got carsick from reading and other activities so it’s all I could really do. On

As a child on road trips I would stare out the window while my mind wandered. I got carsick from reading and other activities so it’s all I could really do. On the return trip a week or so later, everything I thought about would come back to me as we passed everything again, but in reverse order. Sort of like unwinding my train of thought back to the very first thought that started it as we left the garage when we finally got back home.