Personal Narrative: The Yellow Automobile
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On a warm summer's evening I was traveling down my usual route from work. I was driving my pride and joy, the "Yellow Yacht." This so-called pride and joy was a '72 Chevy.
The GENTLE breeze drifted through my open window. I glanced up in wonder at the moon hanging high in the sky.
I gasped as a flash of yellow filled my vision, and I realized there was a moving train right before my eyes. I desperately slammed on the brakes and simultaneously thought my life was over. I plowed into the train at 55 miles per hour. The noise was deafening on impact. My body was THROWN like a rag doll from the driver’s side to the passenger’s window.
Glass shattered, metal crunched, and my car was propelled into the waiting ditch. My mind raced as I questioned