Reminiscing

Why do people constantly feel the need to reminisce? Why think of all the 'what ifs'? What good does that do us? I don't know, but I am personally guilty of this pastime. I love sitting back and just thinking of the good ol' days.

One particular memory I am fond of was when I got my first car. Oh, she was a beauty. A forest green Camry. I don't know what year it was. I remember sitting outside my high school building, in a hut built by the seniors a few years before us. I saw it driving into the parking lot, all shiny and new-looking. My friends and I oohed and aahed a bit. It parked. The windows were very heavily tinted, mind you. So you can imagine my surprise when my dad stepped out of the driver's side. I ran over immediately, squealing. He smiled as soon as he heard me running up behind him.

He had gotten the car as a graduation present for me. Well, I had to share it with the family every now and then, but I could drive it to school. What a delight! Of course, I dropped my siblings off right then and took my friends cruising. I will never love another car as I loved my first Camry.