“Dad, what does FORD mean?”

“It’s a car brand.”

“Oh. Are we keeping this car, Dad?”

“For now. We’re fixing it as a favour for Mr Kachinsky.”

“How am I gonna fix it if I can’t even reach it? How am I gonna do anything if I can’t even reach anything? Glen Ramsay said that his cousin was born so small they had to dress her in dolls’ clothes and she only grew five inches her whole life. How many inches will I grow my whole life?”

“That depends on how many vegetables you eat.”

“But when I eat vegetables I just poop them out again. That won’t help me grow. That won’t help me do anything. Besides, don’t you think the vegetables would prefer to be eaten by someone who really likes them?”

“I don’t think the vegetables care particularly who eats them.”

“What about the car, will the car care who drives it? Maybe once you drive it, it won’t ever want to go back to Mr Kachinsky, seeing as he smells of cigarettes and canned corn and all, and then we’ll have to keep it and I’ll be able to drive around in it which will make me seem really tall. No one will know how small I am in a car this big.”

“It’s true that things aren’t always as they seem, but equally your height doesn’t tell anyone anything about you, either. Take this car, looks big, right? But it won’t match a hundred other smaller cars for speed. You understand?”


“Why don’t you just smile for the picture?”

“So you’re saying, even though something may seem to be one thing it could really be something else?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“So even though I seem to be Robbie J. Trenton of 5 Highview Crescent, Kollowar…I could really be Robbie J. Trenton, youngest Jedi Master of the galaxy?”

“Well…I suppose.”



“If I get a new hermit crab, can I call him Ford?”

“The hermit crab matter is not up for debate right now.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Now smile for the picture.”

“Okay, Dad.”

Story by Izzy Savulescu


I remember this day as if it were yesterday. It was my family’s first car- a Ford Branco 1968. Ever since this car has entered my life, I have had a fascination with cars. The car in fact is mine today, 16 years later. Everything happened in that car. I went on fishing trips with my dad in there, hunting trips, and just regular road trips. This picture was taken when my dad first bought the car. I was so excited to get to ride in the passenger seat with him. I knew that new adventures were coming our way. That day, he took he fishing for the first time, and I caught my first snook ever. I wish there was a photograph of that fish I caught. We drove all to the west coast of Florida, where my dad grew up. That is where we truly connected and bonded. He taught me about his childhood and showed me where he grew up. There is something about that car that brings back all the good memories I had as a kid. I practically lived in that car. Once it was passed down to me, I couldn’t believe it. That car was my life. I drove to school in that car, drove my wife to our first date in that car, and even took her to the hospital to deliver our first born in that car. I will never sell this car, it will stay in our family forever, just like the memories.

Story by Angelica Bourland

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