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My Dads truck

February 18, 2015
By ADRIAN85 BRONZE, Marysville, Washington
ADRIAN85 BRONZE, Marysville, Washington
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One Day my Dad woke me up I was about 11 or 10 years old. My dad told me to turn on the so I did outside smelled like gasoline so I got in the truck the seats were really cold. My Dad and I drove to home depot to get wood my Dad called my uncle and asked him to go to the farm my uncle was already there.

Me and my Dad got there I opened the really cold gates so we drove to the very back through the 8 acres of land. I got out and the grass was all wet it felt like water going through my shoes from the morning mist so as we started to fix the fence my Dad and my uncle went up ahead.
Then my Dad said to drive the truck up so he could get the wood out I was really surprised that my Dad said that, I thought that he was kidding. So then I got in the truck with my Dad and then he gave me the keys that were as cold as ice to turn the truck on and how to switch it to D for drive and before I knew it I was driving my Dads truck. When I got off I was really proud of myself.
I told my Dad thanks and asked him if he could teach me more how to drive. So the lesson is you are never too young to start.
 



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