Personal Narrative: My First Car

My first car was a red Acura RSX, 2002. I loved this car, and would always try to keep it as clean as possible. I had this car for about two years. On the summer of 2014, I stopped cleaning it the way I used to and was also not really into it anymore. It had been two years and I wanted a new car. It was a Saturday at the end of July, my dad had asked to go run some errands for him. It was raining and dark out. I had trash, drinks and bottles all over in my car, something I never had before.

I was driving back home, I had the music very low. I was driving through a green light and out of no where, I turn to my left side and I see a van coming my way. After, I remember seeing all around my car and things falling and breaking apart. I got really scared, I was not sure of what just had happened and all I could think of was my parents and sister. Everything happen so fast that after that I am not sure if I passed out, because I ended up on the left side of my car, in the floor all wet and without shoes. Something I was not sure of how I ended up there. …show more content…
All air bags had come out. My front and passenger side windows were broken. The passenger door was broken in pieces. My things were all over the street either broken or wet. After everything that had happen I felt this big gap of air in my stomach and I started to cry. I called my dad right away and he got there and took me home, I felt no pain at all even though I was just in a bad car crash. They told me it was because I was still in shock and that was the reason I did not feel any pain. I did not want to go to the hospital, but my boyfriend made go just so we could make sure there was nothing broken. Surprisingly, all I had was a really small scratch in my foot. Something that in my opinion is a miracle, because my car was complete broken and there was broken glass all over it where I ended