Great times with great food

My fondest memories of childhood were of the times that me and my father shared in his big truck on cross country hauls. We've never gotten along that well but I took every chance I could get to go in the truck with my dad when I was a kid. Part of that was the food we always had. My favorite meal was from the mini pizza huts in some of the truck stops. They only had personal pan pizzas and breadsticks but it was still great. Nothing was better than getting a few pizzas and going into the drivers theater with my dad to take a break and watch a movie. Those were great times!