Cardboard Cutouts

We were driving back from a trip in a city about three hours drive from home. We watched the sun set, and the stars come out. I had this feeling that I was waiting for something. Yes, I was waiting for those cardboard cutouts to appear on the side of the road. I could come up with a new way of describing them. When I was litte I described them as cardboard cutouts, the high beam lights of the car turn trees into cardboard cutouts by the side of the road. Flat and grey. But time passed and still they did not appear, those cardboard cutouts reminiscent of driving to my aunty's farm, late at night. I craved the flat trees that would transport me back 10 years or so, yet still they did not appear. "Dad you don't have the high beam lights on do you?" "No, because if I did the headlights would shine strait into the rear view mirror of the bloke ahead of us." We over took him, the lights were turned on. The cardboard cutouts were reminiscent but not the same, I think I needed to be sitting in the front seat but they were still reminders to me of the fist time I said "Mum those trees look like cardboard cut outs."