An Ode to My First Car, A Black Mustang by Mary C.
On a warm, cloudy day in April she rolled into my driveway
And she became my very first car.
That day I could not have imagined
All the memories I would have with her.
I saw a beautiful black mustang.
I looked around and inspected every part of the car.
I saw the hood, covering the engine and other parts,
I didn’t see how that simple hood and other parts would be in my future.
It was what I would sit on with my brother when we got locked out of our house
Or where my friends and I would sit talking and watching the baseball game.
Next I opened up the trunk.
I saw a large empty space,
Not a space that would be filled up
With dodge balls and birthday cakes,
Baseball gear and water balloons,
Or bags filled with books, but more often shopping bags.
As I opened the door, I saw a black interior.
On the dashboard was the radio.
I liked that it had a bass that made me feel cool and that it held 6 CDs.
Later I would love that it was the radio that played the my favorite mix
Or the CD that my friends and I would jam out to in the school parking lot.
Looking back on that day, I was just an excited teenager looking over her first car.
Now I see every part of it and remember something about my life.
That car has been with me through so very much.
This Mustang was not just my first car.
She is a moving scrapbook of memories.
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