It was the first, but not the best--or was it?

In 2005, the summer going into my senior year of high school, I successfully passed my driver's test. My parents gave me their retired, morose maroon colored, Ford Taurus station wagon. I was given this car, to help my parents pick my brothers up and drop them off from sports related events, usually practices; but responsibilities or not, I now had my very own car and that was exciting. 

The car had over 100,000 miles on it, but it ran fine. There was no air conditioning, so heat of the summer, we all had to deal with our hair getting tossed around by the wind. In the winer time, the car would omit warm air, but not without a musty stench. Parking and backing out of parking spots was not easy in this long car. 

 It did have two seats, in the very back, that faced looking out the window. Friends and myself on occasion, would be silly and ride back there, with one person in front acting as chauffeur. It also had a long roof, because it was a station wagon, which was the perfect spot to look at the stars at night. Having

a set of wheels allowed me to get my first real job, as a clerk at a local store. 

So even though the car didn't have all the bells and whilstles, I still loved it because it was all mine. It also allowed me a new level of independence, which as a teenager, was priceless.