Personal Narrative: Why I Love A Car
When I was younger I didn't have much to do. Since my school gave me a deficient amount of homework, I would be bored most of the day. Then one Christmas my mom gave me a miniature remote controlled car. The car was a crimson sports car with charcoal flames running down either side. On the rear of the car was a pitch-dark spoiler with a red line streaming down the middle. There were small rubber spikes all over the tires built for traction. However, the main thing that made me love the car was that there were small lights in the spoiler. Some odd reason those lights made me attracted to the car. Now that i'm older I think it was probably because they were shiny. Without the car I would have hated 1st grade, but it kept me entertained for
months. Everyday I would go outside and drive my car until the batteries died. Then I would charge them during the night and do the same thing the very next day. Sometimes I would try to chase the car down a hill, but I was always to slow. My neighbor had a car just like me, but his was a blue ferrari, and we would both go to my backyard and race them. We would race all the way around my backyard two times, and I would usually win. My childhood was enlightened by this toy, and I will never forget it, but now that i'm older the car seems pretty stupid. I don't know why I liked it.
months. Everyday I would go outside and drive my car until the batteries died. Then I would charge them during the night and do the same thing the very next day. Sometimes I would try to chase the car down a hill, but I was always to slow. My neighbor had a car just like me, but his was a blue ferrari, and we would both go to my backyard and race them. We would race all the way around my backyard two times, and I would usually win. My childhood was enlightened by this toy, and I will never forget it, but now that i'm older the car seems pretty stupid. I don't know why I liked it.