Slam! That’s the sound the car door makes when I closed my Dad’s car door. My mother and father stepped into the car, buckled their seat belt and my father then puts the keys in the car. The engine roars to life, and in a matter of seconds, we already left the driveway. I didn’t need to ask where we’re going, because I already know, and I had been waiting to go there since the beginning of July. We were heading to the car dealership, to purchase a car for me to use, hopefully until college. I was so thrilled, that the car ride felt like aeons. That was until we pulled into the dealership, and I got my first look at the car.
I saw the silver gray body with a set of new, unused tires. I immediately thought that this was a great first car for me. With my parents pulling me away from the car, we walked into the building. We found the dealer that my dad had been talking with the past few days while he was test driving it. After a few short minutes of discussion about paperwork, he gave me the keys, and told me I could go in and take a look. I hurried back out to the parking lot, and unlocked the car. I opened the door and hopped right in.
As soon as I got in, it felt like the world had stopped moving, like time had been frozen. I was hit with the new car smell, a more musky smell than anything. I place and run
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I would see other people receive a car passed down from the family, or they got a brand new one. I wished I was one of those kids. I waited and waited, and then it was in the month of July that my family and I really started looking. My dad found one and brought it home. I originally thought it would be mine, but my parents decided to return it because they wanted more time to think and see other options. Weeks went by and I had given up until I got the current car I have now. It was definitely worth the wait and these few months really tested my patience. I really am happy that I waited for this