Oh my goodness...it's been sooo long since I posted on my blog. I've missed it...terribly. The English teacher in me is reprimanding myself for not writing because as I told my 8th graders so many times...'writing is therapeutic'. And for Pete's sake (who, by the way is Pete?), I've definitely been in need of some kind of therapy.
Anyway...on with the post. I was reading Beth Moore's blog tonight and her daughter posted about her first car. Then she told her readers to post a comment about a memory they have about their first car. I have many memories, but one in particular, flooded my mind tonight...and I laughed...out loud...here...all by myself.
My first car was a '67 Mustang that was a standard. I was a little slow learning how to let off the clutch and push the gas simultaneously and I came to a stoplight...at the top of a hill...and we sat through 4 red lights there. Every time I would let the clutch out too fast not giving it enough gas. We would putter a few inches and then roll backward. On the fifth light, I was determined to move that car. When it turned green, I pushed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and moved a little slower on the clutch. The engine was revved up and as we moved forward, my tires squealed leaving tire marks on the pavement and black smoke on the frustrated drivers behind me. My patient big sister, who sat in the passenger's seat, laughed all the way to the next stoplight.
Now...you share a memory for your first car!
