Random Memory.

Tonight, In conversation I brought up something that I had forgotten about for many years and I felt like sharing it.

When I was about 8 or 9 my brother and I were convinced my grandfather owned a junkyard, we’d see all these broken or beaten up cars everywhere, it was great fun.
He didn’t, he was a mechanic and had a garage.
But to us it was a junkyard and any car in it was gone to car heaven.

So one day My brother Chris decided “hey, lets smash a car”, so we did, and boy did we ever.

Myself, Chris and his best friend Tim took some rocks and a metal pole to a car that besides maybe needing a brake job or something was otherwise brand new.

Windshield, windows, lights, mirrors, doors, nothing was spared our fury.

So I guess what I’m trying to accomplish from this story is, If you’re reading this and you run a garage, tell kids it’s not a junkyard.

Because kids are idiots and will break your things.


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