Journal Challenge: Day 25

Day 25: A First

30 Day Journal Writing Challenge

There are a lot of firsts in life. Anything from your first steps to your first kiss and then when you’re older maybe your first house or your first child.

I wasn’t sure what first I was going to write about but I thought I could write about my first car because I have some great and some not-so-great memories driving it around.

My first car (and mind you I’m only on my second one) was a 1991 blue Toyota 4Runner. I never got down to naming him but I knew he was a him contrary to the commonality of cars being female. Whoever decided that was a guy no doubt.

So my 1991 blue Toyota 4Runner was sent up from Arizona from my dad who had a friend who was selling it. My mom had planned to put a bow on the hood and surprise me when I got home because it arrived early but so did I and saw it waiting patiently in the driveway.

I actually didn’t have my license at the time but I had my learner’s permit so of course, we took it for a spin. I loved that car. It was the perfect size for me and was in great shape for being older than I was. I took it everywhere: back and forth from school, to ski practice, to work and all around the county. Having a car was having freedom.

Having that car was the best thing ever and it even saved my life. One cold, early morning I was driving to drop off my car to the mechanic for an oil change when I hit a patch of ice, spun and rolled down an embankment. My mom, who was intending to drive me to school after dropping off my car watched the entire accident in her rearview mirror.

It was my first accident. It scared the hell out of me but I walked away with a minor concussion. The only tragedy was my cell phone which shattered a window and disappeared into the three feet of snow in the ditch.

The best part about the whole situation was that once he had been pulled out and sent to the mechanic for a little more than an oil change, I was able to drive him for almost a year and a half more. I then moved on to my current car who I’m now realizing also doesn’t have a name.

My first car was the best and I still see him now and again. We sold him to a friend in the area who fixed him up even more and then sold him to a current high school student so I see him parked at the high school every once in a while.

A great first in my mind.

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