Secrets, Safety, Success, Freedom.

As soon as I heard that we were to write about our "comfortable spot," I knew exactly what to write about; my car.

My car is my comfortable spot for so many reasons. My car is like a chamber of secrets; whenever I am with my friends or family in my car, I tend to spill my emotions and tell secrets that need to come out. Those secrets will never find their way out of my car, my car is like a safe spot to talk about what ever one needs to talk about. My car is also a place of safety; when I feel sad or mad or bored, I hop into my car and just drive until my head is clear. If I feel uncomfortable or scared,  I can just go into my car and escape the madness. I'm not sure what it is about my car; the smell of bath and body works "Caribbean escape," the seat adjusted just for me, the radio blasting playing the music that I love, there is just something about my car that makes me feel, free.

I remember the day I bought my car; I bought my car a month before my road test because I did not want to parallel park my moms Lincoln Mercury; it is the size of a cruise ship. My dad and I found my car on craigslist the morning I bought it. We drove to this used car dealership an hour from my home. We pull into the dealership to find my silver beauty sitting in the front lawn with a "For Sale" sign in the windshield. My dad and I took it for a test drive; my dad pulled into this abandoned parking lot, got out of the drivers seat and told me to take it for a spin around the lot. I got into the drivers seat and my favorite band started playing on the radio, 5 Seconds of Summer. I put my hands on the wheel and instantly knew that this was the car I have been saving up for for so long. I told my dad "Yes." We drove back to the dealership and signed a bunch of papers. I handed the lady the money for my car and she handed me the keys..."She's all yours." I was ecstatic, finally all of my hard work paid off.

My car is a symbol of success, of hard work paid off. I bought my car with my own money; a whole summer working at a camp, 6 paychecks and sweet 16 money all raveled into one silver car. I pay for my gas, for car washes, for whatever needs to be done to my car. And, no, I don't care that my parents make me pay, because I work hard every day and being able to use my own money to put half a tank of gas into my car is a feeling I never want to lose.

My car; secrets, safety, success, freedom. My car is my comfortable spot, what is yours?