Interpretation

For me, station wagons will always hold a special place in my heart. For as long as I can remember, my grandmother has had a station wagon, and I used to love to ride in the way, way back seat of it when I was little. As time went on, the station wagons she owned became smaller and smaller, and only recently did she branch out and buy a sedan. One station wagon she had, a pale yellow 1987 Chevy Caprice Classic, was the favorite among her grandchildren, because it had a really cool fold up seat in the back that allowed the passenger to ride backwards. My cousins and I always argued about who got to sit there.

My dad's first station wagon was a 1982 Buick Regal wagon that he acquired from my aunt and uncle. All my father had to to in order to own the car was make it work again. He was successful in reviving the tired wagon, and he took my sister and I on countless trips to car races in that car. Because it was a rear wheel drive car, my father could tow his race car with it. It was always loaded with tools and miscellaneous car parts. Often my sister and I had to compete with carburetors, jumper cables, and batteries for seats in the wagon. We also used the wagon to take vacations because it was a lot easier to stretch out and sleep on those long car rides in it. Soon, though, that wagon died, and my dad bought a "new" 1984 Chevy Caprice Classic. He still drives it around today, although there seems to be something wrong with it all the time. However, Dad needs it for towing, so he fixes and fixes until it purrs once again.

Despite my dad's wagon's faults, I still have a special affection for it. The car allows for my father to do what he loves most, play with cars. I've also had lots of experience driving it, and I've even been through a few fender benders in in. It's not the most spectacular car in the world, but it certainly is a road hog. No one dares to mess with cars like a Chevy Caprice Classic. They're just too big.

Skippy, my wonderful car

Now I have my own car, and I've carried on the tradition of station wagons. Mine is a 1986 Toyota Tercel wagon, which is a far cry from the big, long Chevy my dad owns. My car is much smaller, but it still allows me to carry more stuff than a sedan would. I need it, because without it, I wouldn't be able to make the move from home in New Hampshire to college in Maryland. Sure, I could have bought into the minivan hysteria that is taking over suburbia, but my station wagon was much cheaper and it gets many more miles to the gallon. I also know of how reliable station wagons have been for my family, so I wasn't worried at all about "Skippy," my Tercel, when I bought him.