When I was thirteen I used work on a farm in the school holidays and when I had lunch I used to sit in the driving seat of an old car pretending to drive it someplace in my mind. Years later I was still working in the holidays for the old farmer ad as it had become customary to sit in the car I was having a bottle of coke and some chicken or something when the farmer said “That will be your last meal in the car I just sold it”.
Until that very moment I had not realised how attached I had become to this beat up old wreck.
How could he? I was about seventeen and asked him if he could sell it to me and he said no as he had already accepted an offer. £100 that about $150, it isn’t a lot but more than I could have afforded.
My last memory of it was looking back into the barn to see the dusty old wreck with flat tyres and a busted head lamp looking out all squinty eyed at me, as if to say “What do you care”
I have always regretted not being aware of my fondness for that old car and wonder if I have passed by other things or even people in the same fashion, sleepwalking by, never realising the worth of a person or object.
On Saturday serendipity called upon me and I made acquaintance with that old car I used to sit in, not the exact car but the same make model and of a very similar age.
I can once again drink coke in the driver’s seat but this time I can drive somewhere nice and take a few friends, maybe have a picnic too.
When I was thirteen I used work on a farm in the school holidays and when I had lunch I used to sit in the driving seat of an old car pretending to drive it someplace in my mind. Years later I was still working in the holidays for the old farmer ad as it had become customary to sit in the car I was having a bottle of coke and some chicken or something when the farmer said “That will be your last meal in the car I just sold it”.
Until that very moment I had not realised how attached I had become to this beat up old wreck.
How could he? I was about seventeen and asked him if he could sell it to me and he said no as he had already accepted an offer. £100 that about $150, it isn’t a lot but more than I could have afforded.
My last memory of it was looking back into the barn to see the dusty old wreck with flat tyres and a busted head lamp looking out all squinty eyed at me, as if to say “What do you care”
I have always regretted not being aware of my fondness for that old car and wonder if I have passed by other things or even people in the same fashion, sleepwalking by, never realising the worth of a person or object.
On Saturday serendipity called upon me and I made acquaintance with that old car I used to sit in, not the exact car but the same make model and of a very similar age.
I can once again drink coke in the driver’s seat but this time I can drive somewhere nice and take a few friends, maybe have a picnic too.
Until that very moment I had not realised how attached I had become to this beat up old wreck.
How could he? I was about seventeen and asked him if he could sell it to me and he said no as he had already accepted an offer. £100 that about $150, it isn’t a lot but more than I could have afforded.
My last memory of it was looking back into the barn to see the dusty old wreck with flat tyres and a busted head lamp looking out all squinty eyed at me, as if to say “What do you care”
I have always regretted not being aware of my fondness for that old car and wonder if I have passed by other things or even people in the same fashion, sleepwalking by, never realising the worth of a person or object.
On Saturday serendipity called upon me and I made acquaintance with that old car I used to sit in, not the exact car but the same make model and of a very similar age.
I can once again drink coke in the driver’s seat but this time I can drive somewhere nice and take a few friends, maybe have a picnic too.