I remember the first time I took a ride in my Buick Regal,
Gertrude. A hand-me-down from my aunt, my first car wasn’t exactly new.
Additionally, I can’t even number the amount of times I was called a
grandmother for driving my Buick, but I completely embraced it! Once I began at
UMBC the more people I knew, the more people consequently knew not just who I
was but Gertrude too! After four years of faithful service and many memories,
sudden sad circumstances forced me to search for a new companion, leaving my
brown beauty behind for Shondra the Honda.
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It is always sad when we have to part with our first car. Its like parting with a piece of us. I remember when I got my first car and the freedom that it gave me. It sucks that sad circumstances have to come but then we get a new car, and suddenly the day gets a little brighter.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you embraced your first car even it was not a "cool" car. Nevertheless, you always remember your first car and memories along with it.
ReplyDeleteNice post, Jennifer. I remember my first car... a '92 Toyota Corolla with half the paint missing and two broken door handles! While I cherished the idea of owning my own car, I most definitely did not complain when the time came to purchase a new one.
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