Personal Narrative: My First Car

I wanted a car so I wouldn’t have to rely on my dad for taking me to work, school, and other places. I had money saved up from previous summers, but it wasn’t enough to buy a car. I worked at Safeway during this time as a courtesy clerk. I hated this job because I would have to go outside and push carts during the hot summer and rainy days. I dreaded going to work when I saw how hot it was going to be, but I stuck with it. After some very long months at a job I didn’t like, I had saved up enough money to buy my own car. I was very proud of myself that day.

Parents will do almost anything in the world to make their children happy. For my 17th birthday, my parents bought me my dog, Goober. At first I didn't like him because he was bought right after my other dog died of cancer. I was mean and didn't even try fooling with him but he still for some reason picked me out of my whole house. My love

When I was about 13 I got my first horse. To most people this probably does not see, like a very big deal. But to me it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened. I got him for my birthday from my parents. His name was Moonlight Dancer and let me tell you he lived up to the name.

At the age of 17 all I could think about was having a car. However, I understood that owning a car, I would be required to have a job. This would allow me to pay for insurance, gas and maintenance issues. I also understood buying a car required me to have a driver license. After taking all the necessary steps to purchase my first car. The very first car I bought was a “lemon”.

On my fourth birthday, I got a black and red bike from my grandpa that I had wanted ever since I was three years old. I wanted to ride it instantly, but my mom wouldn’t let me ride it until I had a helmet and training wheels, because it was my first time riding a bike. My mom and I went to Walmart to get a helmet, while my dad was putting on training wheels.

When I was about seventeen years old my grandparents gave me their car. I was so excited to have my own car. It was far from a new car. It was about ten years old. It was a good running car and reliable.

After all my hard work my Grandfather ended up keeping his end of the deal and gave me the car. So after wasting my money on this car I finally got to take my very own car to a car show. My first car show I took it to was the Rod Knocker Car Club’s last car show of the year in at Rural King’s parking lot, and won first place for peoples choice car. But none of this wouldn’t have happened if my dad had never taken me to any car

little for myself. Being one of very few of my age, I didn’t get a car for my sweet sixteenth. I

My sophomore year of high school was the year I knew I needed a job if I wanted a car—and I really wanted a car. My town had an Agway, a supply store for farmers and gardeners, which I did not know much about but was eager to learn. So I filled out an application and within that week I was called in for an interview. After that I had my first job.

I am seriously exited. I'm getting to that age now where I'm going to be able to drive in less than a year. At some point I am going to need a car. I have made a criteria for myself that my first car will need to meet. My first car will have to get good gas mileage, it will have to be four doors, has to be sporty, and has to look alright. There are many cars that I could have chosen. I chose the Honda Civic SI of any year and the Acura Integra GSR of any year. Both of these cars have similarities and differences that make them desirable. I haven't chosen yet but I'll have to soon because I am going to be 16 in no time at all.

My name is Marco Soliman. I’m 18, Egyptian citizen, and I have been in the U.S. for five years. I started liking cars and wanted to know more about them, when I started high school. I started to want to own a car to modify it. I got my first car on my 15th birthday. I was so happy suddenly, a lot of ideas popped in my head on what I want to do to the car. I’m a car fan, I started to like cars a lot that it became, “my favorite thing in life.” Which a lot of people think, that it’s stupid and just a ride. According to “car people” who I’m one of them, a car is not car if it’s stock. Racing and working on cars became my habit. I joined Antioch High School, Automotive Tech. program in 2013, 11th grade. In my Maintains/light Repair class, I mastered working on cars for three years, with the help of my teacher Muhlstadt. I mastered the car repairing, electric, and alignment. One day as I walk out of school heading to my car, and as I got closer there was a big scratch on my front bumper, didn’t feel right at all that time, but I got down to it and started to research for ways to fix the paint, I chose the vinyl wrapping because it was the cheapest. I wrapped the whole bumper and it looked good, and I thought of why I didn’t have that before it would have protected my paint from that day. I had the idea of adding a aluminum layer on the bottom of the vinyl sticker. Adding vinyl wraps to your car will

As a young kid I would sit around and look at Craigslist. I couldn't wait to get my license and be able to buy my very own vehicle. It was all I ever wanted. When I turned 15 I put my application in at the good ol Monroe Kroger. Although it is about a 15 minute drive, the working conditions have made it worth it. I worked my tail off and finally had enough money saved up. I looked for weeks, I was trying to find a Jeep Comanche. They are really hard to find because they were only made a few years. I was not able to find one. I kept looking and I found something else. Finally, I had bought my first vehicle. It was a 1999 Jeep Cherokee with a 4.5 inch lift with 33 inch tires. It

It was a memorable day; because that was my first car and my first time having speaker and rims. They took me to the movies and out to eat, and I had a big party. When I came home, all my family and friends were there. This was the first time this ever happened my own car, rims and speakers. It was very exciting to me.

The feelings of happiness that stays with you for the rest of the day after driving is intoxicating. The exhilaration of flying down an open back road at well over double the speed limit, knowing that you are playing with death a single mistake and it could all end. As well as the nostalgia, remember that first day my dad drove the car home, grinning from ear to ear knowing that he had just done something completely for himself and he will love every second of it. That first day with the wind blowing and my young childish eight year old self believing there was nothing better in the world than sitting here next to my dad in this car.

My dad got his first car when he was 21. His parents said he couldn't get a car until