My First Car - Day 13

So my father was THE MAN! I loved that man. He was the hardest working person I think I had ever seen. As my brothers and I grew up and got our drivers licences my father bought each of us our first cars! Yeah pop!

My middle brother who is 3 years younger then me got his licence first therefore got his car first. He got a beautiful white Firebird. That car was gorgeous. My brother LOVED that car and was never seen out of it.

My youngest brother, when it was his turn, received a Grey Chevy Bronco. He hated it and refused to drive it. Spoiled ass.

When I got my licence I got a beauty of a car. One that everyone was jealous of and hated me for. I got a....

A Datsun B210. What about MY Firebird or MY Bronco? I got a freaking Datsun B210. But you know what? I loved that car and drove it EVERYWHERE.

Tomorrow's post: My Current TV Addiction