How about a little story about car dreams that come true .....



When I was a little girl ,around 8 years old, we were by all accounts very poor. My father drove an old black station wagon with red interior, so old that the floor boards in the back seat area were rusted through. We kids , six of us, had to sit with our feet on the center bump, so as not to have our feet fall through.I used to watch the road go by through the h***,somewhat curios,amused and afraid at times,that my foot… Continue