danielletracywestmoreland

I like old cars,
But only one sticks out in my mind.

The old cars look the best to me, because they look the coolest and they can be worked on. When I was 17 I had an old car for a few months. I bought it from a guy who said he just needed to get rid of it. I didn’t ask questions. I was just buying the dream of driving, but this is why I can say I once had a 1976 bright red convertible. I bought it for $500 in 1996. It was a fixer upper. My sister and a friend drove it since they knew how to drive. It was fun to ride in, but I never drove it since I didn’t have my license yet.

The hope of freedom is what it represented to me, but when it was disappeared I don’t exactly know, as the night I left my mother’s home I only had my shoes, socks, and phone book in hand as I walked away in the pouring rain to get to the dream of safety.

Now that I am older I can simply say it was a dream and now I know that dreams cost a little bit if you want them to happen.