Personal Narrative: My First Car

My first car was named Mathew. I got him when I was 16 years old right before my junior year in high school. I remember that day like it was just yesterday it was one of the most memorable day I have till this day. I had started working since I was 15 to start to save for a car because I wanted one to slowly become independent. I did everything to save my money and be able to pay half of it, so when I went to go find the car that I could afford it at the time.
When I thought I finally had enough money to start looking for a car that I could be able to pay half and my dad the other half I started to ask my dad to take me to a cash car lot. I wanted a cash car for I would not have to worry about payments and just my gas every month. I kept trying …show more content…
I began to circle the car and it said on the back Nissan Altima 2.5. I do not really understand what the point of 2.5 means but I think it looks cool. As I made my way to the front of the car I see the paper where it said the price. I am a bit disappointed because it was 500 dollars over my budget since I was going half with my dad. I think salesman with cars usually lower price sometimes if you ask nicely. I whisper to my dad to come to the side with me away from the sales man and I ask him “Do you think the guy will lower the price because I do not have enough dad, can you talk to him please?” My dad shook his head yes and says “I got this do not worry.”
The sales man handed me the key for I can look inside the car and turn it on to listen to the radio. I saw the salesman and my dad talking and I think it is going good since they are both smiling. My dad began to wave his hand over to me and I jump out of the car to see if we are going to make a deal. The sales man said to me some memorable words “congratulations young lady this car is your first car.” He is smiling so happy that I think his cheeks are going to pop out but I think my dad and me were doing the same