Big Decisions

Stephen and I have decided that we are going to buy a car in December. I have begun my research. This might be a little overkill. Let me help you understand my decision a little bit more. My life has been riddled with car problems.

As a five-year-old I remember having a police escort to my grandmother's house. At 10 o'clock at night my parents' piece of crap vehicle's lights broke. We had been driving in pitch black when a police officer pulled us over. Serious. I remember this at five.

As a nine-year-old I remember being pulled off the side of the road with my mother and three siblings as we were at least ten miles from our home. This might not sound too tragic, BUT I grew up in Timbuktu and ten miles from Timbuktu is still the middle of nowhere. We all had to get out of the car and walk to the nearest house. It was three miles away. I just remember Mom yelling at all of us to hold hands as we ran across the interstate.

As a twenty-one-year-old I remember driving back from dropping my brother off at the MTC and having to push our van two miles on the interstate to the next gas station. We were all wearing church clothes.

These are only instances that I can recall on the cuff. As you can tell I have been traumatized. I will buy a car that runs. I will buy a car that runs.