Well we sold my little white car on Saturday. I cried. Sounds silly but I guess it’s all the memories I made with that car. It was my first car. My parents and I bought it together when I was 17. That is the car my mom and I drove from New Orleans to Eugene in 2000. It’s the car I had through high school, the college years, and my twenties. It’s the car that got me to work all those years. I commuted with it for almost a year Beaverton to Salem. It’s the car I took to drive my students in for fieldtrips. I even found Bullwinkles tickets in it from the last fieldtrip I took them on. I think a student even threw up in it on the way home. So bad memories but lots of good ones. So I cried thinking about all those memories and thinking how I had to say goodbye to this car that has been with me through all that. I cry now as I write it thinking of all those great times. So bye bye white car, thanks for being so good to me! And to Kyle- he got to use you for the last 4 years.
I’ll have to find a picture of it during its glory days in the 90s for a comparison:)