New Series Alert!

I love following instagram on Thursdays because I find so many sweet [and hysterical] photos of friends when they were younger and I love seeing the stories that go along with those old photos. So I’m going to blog my #tt.

So, this photo. This photo represents how kind and sacrificial my parents are. I mean, who really wants to drive a teal mustang… but when I was about 6, my parents decided to get a new car – a MUSTANG! I had no idea what that meant, but I new it was going to be a CONVERTIBLE. And they gave me the sweet honor of choosing the color. My favorite colors growing up were teal and purple. Together. I’m thankful Ford only offered teal.

It wasn’t until years later when I asked my parents, “Yea, why DID you have a teal Mustang?” And they explained that I had chosen the color. They had let me pic out the color and I picked TEAL! This car drove me so many places with my mom and dad. Countless trips south to visit my family in NC. My mom and I would listen to books on tape and I would sleep in the back. Until of course I grew over 4 feet tall and no longer could handle “the back seat.” It was our barn car – we would pack this baby up and take it to all of the horse shows. This was the card in which I learned to drive. And then one night right before Christmas, my mom came home from work, and got off the commuter bus and saw an empty parking space where her car should have been. But it wasn’t completely empty. They had left circles on the ground. Real life Grand Theft Auto. It was a tough way to say goodbye to my family’s car that was soon to become my car. Miss that Mustang. But let’s be honest. I’m kind of glad I’m not driving a teal Mustang…