Personal Narrative Story : A Personal Story

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"Who's is it" I said excitedly with a glowing expression on my face "where did it come from" "Did you buy it" I hurriedly asked my dad 1 million questions waiting on an response. He just stood there with a smile on his face barely biting his lip with happiness in his eyes. I don't think I ever seen this kind of expression on his face. I think that day his excitement was matching mine.

This day was about two and a half years ago. It started out as only a normal summer day in the suburban neighborhood of sage Creek. My brother and I were upstairs that late afternoon playing a game of foosball. We got a call from our mother telling us to come downstairs quickly she hadn't been home so we knew something was up. The confusion on my face when I walked outside was priceless. Because parked there in the street was a new car, but it wasn't just any new car. It was a car that I had wanted since I got my drivers license. The sun glistened off the sapphire colored pearlescent paint job of the vehicle. It's stood tall with the 35 inch tires and 3 inch lift. It was a Jeep Wrangler (one of my dream vehicles). With the love of a father in his eyes, he stared me in mind and said "It's all your son". I wrapped around him like a boa constrictor giving him a more than deserving hug. I then ran to the jeep excitedly to find that it had a manual transmission. I was skeptical about this at first because I had never driven stick. But I could see myself coming to easy and riding off into

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