His First Car

Frank was 16 when he got his first car. He knew he could impress Stacy at the school dance with this! He drove to Stacy’s parent’s house, put his car in park, and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell then straightened his tie when Mrs. Miller opened the door. “You must be Frank.” She smirked. “Stacy is upstairs. Come on in.” Mr. and Mrs. Miller proceeded to interview Frank with question after question before Stacy walked downstairs, stealing everyone’s attention with her beauty. “No later than midnight.” Mr. Miller whispered to Frank. Frank understood; this was their daughter—a special person in their hearts. Luckily, Frank was an honest and respectful kid. He wouldn’t do anything to upset Stacy’s parents that night. Still, many dates later, that beautiful Ford would be a place Stacy and Frank would frequently explore each other. Frank was still a respectful gentleman. He’d always open the door for her, bring her flowers, and give her nothing but courtesy. That was 72 years ago. The memories are still strong, but the Ford is forgotten on the side of the I-74.