Ashlee Reynolds
ENG 308J
1-8-09
I know a place where I feel safe. I know a place, very well, where I am in control. A place where I decide to turn left, right, or to stay straight on a one way highway. I know this place well. This place takes me anywhere I want to go when I want a way out. I can get in a drive for hours. I can take me to friends that I find comfort in. It can take me to new beginnings and new chapters in my life. This place holds more memories than any high school kid could remember. I’ve had to say goodbye to sensible hearts that sat in the passenger seat for hours pleading their case. I’ve burned rubber and left tire tracks on those hearts in this place. This place has seen me at my worst and at my best. It reeks of cigarette smoke from all the people who have sat in its plush seats looking up at the stars as they slowly rotated, just as the analog clock. The sounds of screaming echoes that blared out of the speakers could make anyone go deaf. This place is my permanent studio. I can sing as loud as I want and as bad as I want. But this place has seen tears, so many tears as the saddest City and Color songs played. My car, with it’s bald tires, smoky, yet, comforting scent, sunroof, and lifesaving speakers, nothing could ever make me feel more at home and more safe than my car. All the times I’ve needed an escape, my car has taken me somewhere else. Most of all, my car doesn’t have emotions. My car feels nothing. I can cry, I can laugh, I can sing, and my car would never judge me.
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Nice Ashley, whoever said dogs were man's best friend had it wrong. A car is really who you share most journeys worth noting with you. You captured this sentiment from the start.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I agree with you as my truck is a nice place to escape to.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive! I feel like I know your car very well now. Sometimes it is nice to just get in and drive, even if you really have no destination.
ReplyDeleteI liked this a lot because it wasn't describing a destination but how your car can be it's own destination
ReplyDeleteI like it. Even though I don't know the color, or the wear of the interior, or the cars age, it's as if I can sense the emotions that your car has been though. Your relationship to it is vibrantly clear. Gives the sense that it's very loved, but maybe a little older, a little worn around the edges, and that it's helped you grow older too.
ReplyDeletei thought this was a unique place to describe. it was described well, not necessarily in physical terms but in terms much deeper than that. I really enjoyed it, and felt I could relate to it well.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the above comments, except that I would like to be able to picture the car itself. Maybe you left that out on purpose. What would be gained and lost by describing the car?
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