Tuesday, October 9, 2012


For Christmas, when I was 16, I unwrapped a pair of license plates. Hooray, I thought, something to replace the ZIT plates. Nope. (My dad is a dermatologist who thought it was hilarious to get “Zit” vanity plates. Somehow they ended up not on his car but on the family car. Needless to say, I was a tad embarrassed driving that car.)
My parents had actually bought me a car! It was an old model Dodge Colt with a million miles on it, some body rust and an ugly brown color. But to me it was perfect and it was all mine! That was the start of expanding freedom for me and my friends. I named the car Spot. (Cause, at 16, that’s what you do.) That same Christmas my sister got a sewing machine and she doesn’t sew. Seems equitable to me.

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