From the time I was born until about age seven, life seemed as a breeze. At least compared to my future, there wasn’t much of a struggle. I was born in a rural Greensboro, North Carolina on July 12th, 1999. From what I remember, both my older brothers were living with my mom, dad, and I in our home. I remember one day one of my brothers had gotten into a car accident, leaving the car totaled, but luckily he was alright. Short of a car, my family traveled to a car dealership to purchase a new car. Eventually, we found a good deal and purchased the car. However my young spoiled self demanded more, everyone in the family had a car except for me, I requested for one as well. To this day I’m not sure why my father listened and actually purchased a car for me, but since that moment I knew my passion. The silver and chrome based body of the …show more content…
I grew in love with the sporty look of the car regardless of the fact that I couldn’t drive it. When my father would take me to work with him, we would drive that car and he would teach me how to drive it. We had a nickname for the car “Sharky” since Tiburon in Spanish means shark. These dog days never looked like it would end. And then they did. Tragedy struck my family which forced me to relocate to California. Lucky for me I was young and still didn’t have a firm of grasp of what exactly was going on. Nonetheless, during the relocation process, the Sharky couldn’t come with us. Utterly disappointed, I realized there was nothing I could do since I wasn’t able to drive anyway. I got over it after the short span of a few years, visiting my brothers in North Carolina provided some catharsis since the car was still there. And then I turned fifteen, also known as, the age of the driving permit. All my friends were getting theirs and I knew my time would come. The joy of being able to legally drive is tremendous, but I didn’t have