I’ll Never Have A Truck Like My Dad’s Truck.

When I was younger I wanted to help my father cut and stack the wood in the bed of his truck so I backed it up and accidentally hit the bush in our yard, not only did I kill part of the bush but I also dented his truck pretty bad. when I was a young lad at the age of fourteen, my father told me ¨It would be really nice of you to cut and stack the wood in the back of my truck while your mother and I are gone.¨ I though this was fine, I didn’t have anything planned for the day. Plus doing the wood meant I got to move his truck, which I always loved doing. I waited till my show was over and I went out to back the truck up by the woodpile outback. He had parked at an awkward angle, but it didn’t stop me from feeling like I could back it up easily i´ve always backed up my moms minivan so whats the difference? I put it in reverse and backed up, when suddenly I heard a loud noise of the truck brushing up against the bush in our front yard. ¨its fine¨ I thought, ¨its only a bush it wont do any harm.¨ I didn’t understand is my dads big F-350 4 door was a little bigger than my moms minivan, so the more I tried to turn the truck, the deeper I found myself in the bush, and I just could not figure out how to back it up correctly for the life of me, until finally I just forced it through and got it to point B. The next day when I got home from school my father was sitting outside looking at his truck, ¨Kyle, Why the **** is the side of my truck completely dented?!¨ He worked at a garage and his truck had always taken a beating, so I tried to play it off ¨Dad you probably did it at work without even noticing.¨ I told him. He looked at me with that look, you know the one, when they know they got you and they are just waiting for you to tell them. ¨Hm, Maybe. But if that´s the case, why is the whole outside of the bush dead!¨ he exclaimed gesturing to the front yard. I looked over and noticed I had butchered the bush, the whole side was dead limbs on the ground! I didn´t know what to say so I just looked at him.

¨I know you did it, just remember that you´re not driving my truck for a long long time.¨ And he stood by his word, I didn’t drive his truck again until I was seventeen when he let me drive it while he was at work, seeing how he carpooled to BIW with our neighbor. I drove it everyday for a month and loved every gas guzzling moment until December when I rolled it off the road during a snow storm and was lucky to not total the truck and not be hurt beyond a decent concussion. Later that night once I was out of the hospital I heard that line from a couple years ago, one more time ¨ Just remember that you are not driving my truck for a long long time.¨

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