Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read
It’s weird coming from a family in which everyone adores their cars, yet I can hardly remember the year and brand name of my own.
I vividly remember telling my father when I was 8 years old that I thought cars were boring as we rolled in his beloved Buick convertible (I got the name of that one beat into my head).
Acceptance is such a beautiful thing to write about. I’’m excited to read!
