The moment my dad put a bandanna around my eyes and said “wait here,” I knew what was coming.

Since I didn’t get a car on my 16th birthday in January, I have been riding my dad’s heels about it. So I kind of had an idea of what was about to happen.

As he walked me out the front door he began to explain to me, “It’s not the exact color you were wanting, and probably not the year you were expecting.” I couldn’t have cared less. I was just ready to get my car so I could drive.

He stopped me in front of the pavement and took the bandanna off. My mom came flying up the driveway in a brand new mustang blaring rock and roll from the 1980s. I had been tricked! I tackled my dad and he fell to the grass saying something about how I had hurt his back.

I sprung to my feet and asked, “Is this mine!?” I didn’t really need an answer. I think my mom was more excited than I was because she screamed louder than I did.

The rest of that day was spent driving around and around Bullard. I think I went through the four-way stop about 100 times. I drove my mom crazy asking her if she needed anything from Brookshire’s, and I couldn’t stop telling my dad every little thing I found out about it.

When I asked him what I was going to get for my graduation gift now, he replied, “Nothing!”