
I never thought that I would miss a car. However, on April 29th 2009 I was really sad because my parents sold our 1989 Toyota Camry. The car had been in our family since 1997. I have so many memories linked to it. That's the car my dad used to teach me how to change, and check the car's oil, tires, filters, and brakes, and now he was going to teach me to drive in it. Also it's the car my mom crashed not one, but two times. Once into a rock, and then into our garage door. I remember garage crash day because my dad was in the garage, and he came out looking really surprised, and shocked. It was the car I traveled in, the car that carried my adventures, and trips. Now that it's gone, I miss it!
**It's true that something doesn't need to be alive to have meaning in your life. You may think that it doesn't matter, but you don't realize it until it's not there anymore. :(