I got my car on June 29, 2001. I loved my car instantly. I had wanted a green Saturn, and my parents just happened to find one. It was in great shape and the owner was only selling it because he was moving.
I knew that if I ever had to let go of my car, it would be really hard for me. You see, I get attached to things very easily...
I even named my car. When I told my mom that I wanted to name my car, she said it had to be a boy's name because guys usually give their cars girls' names. So I said "Well right now I just call it car... How about Carson?" my mom said "Carson Daly?" and I said "No, Carson Weekly." and it stuck.
Then it happened. On a rainy December 12, 2001, I was on my way to school. I left early to get something from my sister. I noticed that the car in front of me had stopped so I stepped on the brake. I kept sliding and sliding. I was about to stop when BAM! The truck behind me hit me. The force of the crash sent me right into the car I had just avoided hitting.
My precious Carson Weekly had been in a car accident...
My dad told me that Carson could be fixed, but they decided to total it anyway. Carson Weekly died on December 19, 2001.
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