Sorting out memories

It was a 1982 Oldsmobile Delta 88, bought on a whim, almost as if by accident, a chance meeting of sorts. A four door sedan large V-8, power windows and locks baby blue, a kind color, like loving eyes can do, it cherished him. He was 6 years old with no worries in the worldand that car took him places that were good. The comfy back seat held only good memories of trips to baseball practice and games
and basketball practice and games and to movies and Bell's Amusement Park, usually with friends. Many a night was past in the loving arms of that big back seat,safe and sound.

Then one day things changed
The car was abandoned, left, tossed aside traded, for another car, one more expensive, more reliable, changed like yesterday's underwear, to be forgotten.
But the 6 year old was crushed, and quietly cried on the drive home. In bed that night, he lay awake wondering about the car and where it was and what happened and why he could have not just kept this car. Many a day, he wished to go back to that car lot just one more time to see if his car was still there not to ride in it, but just to see it. And even today, he still thinks of those rides to school, to the store, and how nice it was to stretch out in the back seat and sleep.