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Personal Narrative: I Close My Dad's Car Door

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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 …show more content…

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