"Here are the keys to your brand new Acura... Enjoy." These words still echo through my mind. When those keys were placed in my hand exactly a month after my seventeenth birthday, I knew this would alter everything going on in my life. From that day on, I knew the screaming and crying would finally come to an end.
My keys are on a smooth, round, silver loop connecting two shiny, sharp, hard, thin strips which sort of have teeth. In addition, the loop connects a gray box that's rough to the touch from being dropped on the ground several times. …
