Car Restoration with Dad
When I was younger, my father and I were into car restoration. We'd shop around for a jalopy of a car, sometimes they weren't even running, and we'd spend months out in the garage working on it. Some of my fondest memories of summer are of my father and I in the garage, both of us looking under the hood of an old car, trying to figure out what makes her tick.
Car restoration wasn't really a passion for us, though. Honestly, it was more about the two of us spending time together. Working on cars was just an excuse for us to have something to do together. We didn't have very many interests in common, but the one thing we did both love was working on cars. On my 16th birthday, as a surprise, my father gave me a Monte Carlo we'd worked on for months. I remember him telling me it was for someone who wanted to buy it, so he wanted us to do the best we could on it. As it turns out, it was a graduation gift.