'63 Volkswagen Beetle
Ever since I was about 8 years old, I wanted my own car. My grandfather promised me his Model T Ford, but he didn't give it to me. My parents wouldn't give me a car when I turned 16 years old, either. But all through the years, I saved my money for "my car." I saved allowance, babysitting money, Christmas money and other monies I earned. When I finished college, I returned home to live so I could save more money. I knew I would soon buy my car and I could drive to work.
However, my very strict father had a rule: I couldn't possess the car until the first day of spring — because he was afraid that if I got it in the winter, I would have an accident in the snow. So, even though the car was waiting for me at the dealership, having been sent there from Germany, I had to still wait six more months. The first day of spring, my parents and I excitedly drove to the car dealership, and I drove home my long-awaited-for car. Was I excited! I had waited all my life for my own car! I was so happy to finally own my very own green VW Beetle! The next morning when we awoke, there was the car — buried under snow!!!
I have fond memories of my car. It saw me through many years — working, driving many trips, fun escapades, marriage, baby, etc. During the "flower power" era, it even sported yellow flowers. When my husband and I moved to Guam, we had a second child; there was not enough room in the VW for a growing family, so sadly I said goodbye to my cherished auto, and left it on the little island of Guam.