The Story of My Dad's Road Trip

I was five years old and living in a nice house on a nice street in austin, texas. I remember really good times playing with my brothers. But how that all broke up was, we had a baby sitter. It wasn't long after that he went to jail for a a bank robbery. We never got the full scoop on what happened. All we knew is that somehow our father was related to this robbery,. He was no longer working at a national bank, and it was time to hit the road. That began our ten years on the road and on the run.