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The truck had been there since I remember, always making the trips comfortable for the whole family. It has seeing how family grows and even now it is still there. I used to laugh when I make a mess in it and my father yell at me. He had always taken care of it as if it was alive. Sometimes my mother and I get mad because we tough father loves mores the truck than us and that makes us feel sad. With the time I understand that he doesn’t love it more than us but that if we take care of it we could go to anywhere we one on it. This truck had taken us so far away from which we live. It has taken us to Cancun more than 2 times. It is nice to think back and remember all the good stuff we pass in it. What else could a child one on a long trip than a TV and some videogames? Well this truck has it. Now days almost all trucks has it, but in those times it was really a cool stuff to have all those things on a truck. Mile by mile and day by day it has always been there. On the good times and the bad times, even now that the gasoline is so expensive we can count on it for making some trips. 12 years seems to be very little but it is almost my whole life. Since the truck is here I had grown with it on my side. I learn to drive in it because dad lent it to me on camping trips. Sometime dads think on selling it and buy a new one, but there was always a reason that stops him to do it. I´m glad he didn’t sell it. For now it is the time that my little sister grows with it and had all these adventures my brother and I had when we were younger. It is sad to think that maybe they would not be too many. The situation in which we are living (basically insecurity) affects all those trips. I hope this situation ends, and somewhere in the future be the author of those trips. Had new adventures now that I am mature enough to be by myself, but always in the truck that make my childhood the best childhood a little boy could one.