Car Rides

When I was younger, my grandma would always say to me.

"Let's go on a car and see the  beautiful things in the world.

We would climb in her car.

Before pulling out of the driveway, she would find a radio statio she liked.

After that she would pull out and we would start driving.

Some days we would just around Bonner and somedays we would drive back roads.

Those are the times I cherish with her.

 
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