My Mom’s car when I was little was a 1970’s Chevrolet. I still remember going for drives in that car. It was huge (from my little self’s perspective) and so well made, as solid as they come. It was green, which was quite stylish in the 70’s and 80’s.
We’d head off for town as a family and it was always so exciting. There are so many wonderful family memories that started off with us loading into the car together, ready for an adventure.
Years later, that same Chevy became my car. It lasted so well through my childhood, that when I got my driver’s license, my parents gave me that car.
It was an epic event in my life, to be driving my childhood car. I’ll never forget the first day I drove it all by myself. I came home after taking my driving test and my parents gave me the keys to the car and I went off to pick up my friend. I was so nerve-wracked being honest. But also, I had this amazing sense