My father gave me myfirst car on my sixteenth birthday. The yellow 1974 PlymouthDuster looked like a grandma's car but, with hard work andeffort, I made it into a car that would turn anybody's head. Ipoured all of my hard-earned money in to restoring it. Somepeople say I'm crazy, but it makes me happy. Perfection isimportant with my car. Having a car is a responsibility andhard work, but it is worth it.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.