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Kristina Graham20 November 2016Composition IEvery child dreams about their first car being the most beautiful, fast sports car you could ever dream of. In reality, that option is not available to most. I can attest to that statement. When I was sixteen I would go through and pick out my dream vehicle; bright red like a candy apple, it would be able to run very fastlike a wild animal out in the jungle, running for his life. I wanted a car I could be a speed demon in, but when you fast forward about a year that’s not what I got.My grandfather passed away around the time I was able to drive. My mother was in charge of his belongings and his will that stated who these items would go to. My mom was given his car in which, shegave to me. Yes, at the time I wasn’t the happiest because this was nowhere near what I imagined for myfirst set of wheels. This lovely car was a small gold Buick. When I got this vehicle for the first time, I noticed small things that I hadn’t whenever my grandad would visit. The paint that chipped from the