We took K model from Texas to California and back to help my mom's uncle move back to Texas. In return he gave us a lot of furniture. On the way home some furniture was arranged so my brother and I had a nice space in the bed of the truck under a tarp. We communicated with our parents on paper tablets through the back window. I'm sure that would now be some kind of child abuse or neglect and no telling what would have happened had there been a rapid stop or some sort of accident. There was a firey exchange between my dad and an Arizona Agricultural Agent in the wee hours of the morning at an agricultural inspection station when the agent made my dad remove part of the tarp so he could look inside the bed of the truck. It was nailed down and well sealed. I think my mom saved that guys life, but for sure she kept Dad out of jail. I have some pictures from that trip but can't post them here.
