As far as I can remember, I have heard stories of my dad and the cars he had when he was young. The car that he had when I was born was a bright orange 1994 Honda Civic. Every summer we would drive it with the windows down and the loud exhaust. One day, on the way back from Walmart, we encountered a blue Ford Focus. I remember vividly that they started to race us, and I were wanted our dad to win. Ultimately, he lost, but the fun and the memory will always be engraved into my brain. I always wanted that car. Fortunately, my dad never sold it years, though people asked to buy it. We moved and the car just sat for years and years. To be honest, I lost interest in it. But, one day, I told my mom and dad that I was going to fix it like my dad had it back in the day. From that day on, I spent hours upon hours trying to fix it. After school I'd see what I could do with no knowledge of mechanics or tools. But, on a sunny Saturday, I saw a video about one of the issues a car could have about not wanting to turn on, and it told me to check timing. I messed with the timing and and prayed that the car would turn on. The car finally, after 9 long years of just sitting, turned on. Mind you, no one believed that this car was going to ever run again. I always had faith that it would, and I was determined to prove them wrong. Later, when my dad came home, I told him the news, and he couldn't believe it. He thought I was lying, but when I turned the key, and he heard the car turn on, his eyes lit up. Right there we went for a drive. 

– DC

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