I was not one of those kids whose parents bought them a car when they turned sixteen. My mom and dad figured if I wanted a car, I would take better care of it if I earned the money to pay for it. So I went without one until I graduated school and got my first full time job.
The very first thing I did after getting hired was buy a car. It was a brand new 1971 Plymouth Gold Duster. It cost four thousand dollars. I paid for it in installments over the next three years. I loved that car. It was my treasure. I took care of it like a newborn baby. I washed it by hand because I didn’t trust a car wash with my precious possession.
My own children did get a car in their teenaged years, but they had to pay for part of it, and the result was the same. They really valued their vehicle. Kids are never too young to learn responsibility and work ethic. Thanks mom and dad.
Amen, i too know the feeling.
I bought a beat up 1961 VW for $100 in 1968. Drove it to Samford for 4 years. Sold it for $150. I did have some pride in it even though others didn’t think much of it. Also, none of us kids had a baseball growing up so we made a sock ball from worn out socks and used a broom handle for the bat. I believe that training helped me win the batting trophy in Jr High. Good memories. Now, time to live in the moment.
Right on target Jimmy.