When i was a kid my whole childhood revolved around my dads old dodge. He bought the truck from his work for 1$ and he took me to and from school in this truck since kindergarden all the way until 7th grade, and to MSU Games all the way up in starkville, and anywhere we had to go. Being the kid i was, of course the truck was MINE from the beginning, but when my stepmom bought dad a new truck, mine sat on the side of the house for 7 years with a bad fuel pump. After years of people passing by, trying to buy it, i finally turned 15 and it was officially mine. I used all my birthday money to buy a fuel pump that day, and in 6 hours she was alive again, didn’t miss a beat. Now 3 years later, im graduating highschool in the same truck that my dad took me to kindergarden in. All of my life this truck has been a symbol of every memory i have as a child, a yound teen, and now as a young man, and its still making more, sticking by my side every morning when i turn the key.