Brand New Saturn
I was 15 years old when father purchased a Saturn. The Saturn was so beloved that my father would wash and waxed it at every opportunity. One day I needed to get the mower, which was parked in front of the Saturn, in order to fulfill my weekly yard duties. I grabbed the keys and began backing out the Saturn and quickly noticed that for some reason I was stuck. I put the car in drive and then heard the noise that is far worse than nails on a chalkboard. Yes, I had wedged my father's new car against the brick at the entrance of the garage. Immediately, fear seized my heart as well as guilt and dread. I carefully parked the car and got out to observe the damage. I quickly noticed chalky white streaks on the shiny red paint. I wiped at the quarter panel with my hand and fully realized that the finely waxed car was no longer smooth. I ran to the cabinet in the garage and grabbed the one thing that I thought would...