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One night when I was about six years old, I was staying at my grandparent’s house because my parents were on a trip. It was late night and I couldn’t go to sleep; just a typical little kid that isn’t used to be without his parents. Therefore, I went with my grandfather that was in the kitchen having dinner. I told him to tell me any story so I could be able to go to sleep. He happily accepted the deal and went with me to my bed. He told me he was going to tell me the story about a legend called “The Great White”. The first thing that came up to my mind was a shark, whale or any other huge animal. Beyond my expectations, my grandfather brought me a picture where the Great White appeared besides him. For my surprise, it was a 1965 Volkswagen. It was the first car he bought with his own money. He was around thirty and looked young in the picture with a big smile in his face. It was his first day of work. He was hired as sales executive for a wine company. His main job was to promote the new wines produced by the company all around the state. During 70’s and 80’s, he drove to all the different counties, cities and towns in the state. Even though he faced rain, hail, snow and ice, the Great White never left him stranded in the road. Nothing ever stopped the Great from reaching his destiny. When they returned home from a trip, he always washed his Great White with his own hands. “You should have seen the great black and white contrast made by the wheels and the paint.” He told me. Apart from that, the Great White also spent time with the family. It was the car in which my grandfather took my grandmother to the hospital when my Dad, uncles and aunts were born. In addition, during the weekends they always went to the lake using the great white. It was part of the family. More importantly, the great white grew up together with family. It was the first car that my Dad and uncles drove. Last but not least, my grandfather took them to University with the Great White. By this time of the story, my grandfather already had some tears on his cheeks. “Time went so fast; but they are happy tears not sad tears” he added. Nevertheless, every legend has an epic ending. In the 90’s my grandfather retired from his job. They left their hometown Parras to go to leave to Saltillo. A sacrifice needed to be made if they wanted to buy a house. As a result, the Great White was sold without ever having a crash or a single scratch. Even though it was hard for my grandfather to let it go, he said it was the best decision. He always keeps pictures from it in his room. He is sure that some day he is going to see one last time his neat and shiny Great White.