My first Car
March 11, 2012
My first car was my first most prized possession. I’d named her, tested her out on interstates, and took good care of her like she was one of my children. She had mirror tinted windows and was deep ocean blue that gleamed in the summer sun, she was flawless. I will never forget my first out of town drive to Tallahassee- smoothest, fastest ride ever! Had it not been for the scenery I would’ve felt like I was driving in a race. I remember cruising from lane to lane passing other drivers as if they were just trees barely moving. It was 2006 and so was the year of my car so I felt like we were unstoppable.
Now it’s 2012 and my car is parked in my mom’s driveway with a look of pity. It’s despicable what people will do to other’s property with no concern or compassion. In 2010, I got ready to go to work and looked outside and my car wasn’t where I parked it. I called in a police report and maybe 4 hours later my car had been found in a ditch on the westside of town. I called out of work concerned about the condition of my car. My mother and I drove down to the westside of town to try and find my car. At this point my mind is trying to think of every possible reason why my car was found in no man’s land! We drove down that long road my car was cited on and stopped at local business to ask if they had seen my car nearby. One repair shop that looked as if the building was ready to retire had a tall, lanky, bald headed man outside who flagged us down. He said he noticed us driving back and forth and was wondering if we were the owners of the car that was towed that morning. I replied, “Yes sir that was my car.” He pointed out the exact ditch my car had been towed from. My mother and I drove over and parked her car on the side of the road. There was two houses behind the ditch one looked vacant, it was gray made of cement bricks with weeds entangled throughout the fence and a rugged yard and cardboard in...
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