I grew up a poor country girl living on the out skirts of town. We would move every year like the military form place to place and house to house within in the same little town of Turbeville.

There weren’t many neighbors, so me and my siblings, two boys and five girls, spent most of our time roaming the woods for fruits and berries. We played all the outdoors games we knew and created some of our own. Those were the days of innocence and youthfulness.

A world filled with bliss we didn't know exist, but is very aware of its existence today as we are all now adults with children of our own, except for one of my sisters who suffer life's tragic deception as an early teen. We never imagine the life we live today filled with deception, suffering and pain.

I bought my first new car a 1989 white Ford Festiva with a stick in the floor back in 1990. The salesman that sold it to me took me on a drive and taught me to drive it before selling it to me. It had 50 miles on it. I jerk and shut off all the way home, but I love that car.

The dealer gave me $800 dollars down to pay off my 1960 blue Chevette. It looked bad and I only had it for a few months. I sold it to my younger sister after teaching her to drive it. Those were the good old days.

Happily they paid off my old car like they promise :) I had rebuilt my old Chevy with new parts and it only needed a new collaborator and it would have been a new car with an old body. When I went back in two weeks to pay my $100 cash down payment it was sold and they were very happy with me because what they thought was a lemon wasn't.

My first new car was in both my parents names then and this year they helped me get another new car in both their names a 5 years old low mileage Chevy Aveo with low payments because they got really good credits.

The moral of this story, put your faith in Jehovah, treat Mom and Dad right, and they will be thereafter for you years later when you need them the most.