Descriptive Narrative I remember that cold day in October three years ago as I walked down the endless rows of new and used cars. I was oblivious to the sounds of the congested afternoon traffic around me. All that was on my mind was anticipation, a little hope, and a checkbook in my pocket that seemed to weigh so heavy despite the lack of funds it represented. It was only a matter of time before …showed first 75 words of 596 total…

…showed last 75 words of 596 total…smile that was almost as big as the one on David’s face when he stepped out of the vehicle. Maybe it was the eagerness or the impatience that I brought along that day, but an hour later I found myself on the interstate driving that 1995 Dodge Neon. It was not the Integra that I had been longing for, but for that one day, I was proud to claim it as my very own car.