I remember sitting on top of a homemade, wooden toolbox attached against the back cab window. The older kids would ride sitting atop the box and the younger kids would sit on the floor. There were a lot of kids in my family and only that one truck. We sat on top and held on for dear life to the wood overhang of the toolbox lid. That was the way we rode to church, school, everywhere we went. Seemed normal to us. The Lord was looking out for us. We all survived.