Bavarian

A repository of memories.

Its funny how inanimate objects seem to take on a life of their own, developing their own character as the years go by. She was no more than a machine when I first collected her. I often wonder if the development of a character is a by-product of repeated human interaction. I was very sad to let this car go. It was the car that saw me through significant moments of my life like graduation and call. Within her confines, so many tears were shed, so many laughs were shared.