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The Purple Car: A Story by ChemKnits

Updated on December 15, 2014

The Purple Car

In my 11th grade English class, we wrote one page descriptive essays every week. The following is my second favorite of these stories. I don't remember what the assignment was, but I feel as though the concept was of a memory inside a memory.

In the 10 years that have passed since I wrote this story, certain memories are becoming to grasp, but the following is still vivid in my mind. I hope you enjoy this story that came from my 17 year old self of one of my earliest memories.

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Someone once said, 'A picture is worth a thousand words.' Something can be told from every picture, even if the camera has decapitated the subject. I scanned the row of photo albums that we kept in our home. Each held photos from various events, my parents walking down the aisle, vacationing in Hawaii, children running through snow, and each saving memories. My family enjoyed taking pictures with a passion, we seemed to wish to capture each moment, the feeling of the second as we experienced it. I chose an album from my early childhood, and sat on the floor with it.

As the pages turned, one picture in particular stood out from the rest. The picture contained a little girl in a purple car, the kind that kids can 'drive' themselves like the cars in a flinstones cartoon, on the sidewalk in front of a limestone house. Her laughter rang through the air as she drove her 'car', finally feeling the freedom that a 4 year old wants, free to be a 'big' person. Laughter was good, especially in a strange new place her family had been for only a few months. She was old enough to know that her life had changed drastically in the past few months, but it was new, an adventure, and she was ready and willing for the challenge.

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Just 6 months before, my family had relocated to this new place, this new house. We didn't just pick up and leave, like we would if we were just going to Grandma's house, we came to this place and looked at many houses. I remembered visiting the house that my car was sitting in front of. A lady led my family through the house. It was nice, but it was a stranger's house, not one I could go and play in, or at least not yet. My parents had explained, or tried to, that we were going to live in this house. Since we were moving forever, I supposed that we would get used to the strange items in the house, stiff sofas, many do-not-touch objects, and a large background. The best part of the new house was the room my parents had said would be mine. I was worried about not having my toys, but luckily there was a bear in the room like the one in my old room. I reacted to the room like a kid let loose in a toy store, so many new toys lay on the floor, just waiting for me to play with them.

My new toys were gone when I came to the house next, a month later, but I didn't mind. I felt relief when I learned that our stuff would come with us to the house. We couldn't bring my grandparents with us because their house wouldn't fit on the airplane. I had left behind many people who loved to hug and kiss me, but my parents promised that I would be able to visit them...

I looked up from the picture with a snap back to reality. We had relocated again since the we placed the picture in the album. I couldn't bring the people who I loved or the house I used to live in, but I brought all of the memories, the thrill of curiosity, with me.

Get your own "purple car"

This car is the closest I have been able to find that looks like the car of my memories. The shape is right, but all of the body of the car was a medium purple.

What is your earliest memory? - Please share!

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      JohannaBaker 6 years ago

      My first memory was of going to a movie aged maybe 2 or 3 and it was called "The Nutty Professor" and I think it was in black and white - back in 1957 or 1958

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      ohcaroline 6 years ago

      My earliest memory is when we moved to a new home when I was about 2 1/2.

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      SmellyFish LM 6 years ago

      Nice story, i don't have much memory in the past. Things just happened to pass away... I wish I could remember more...