Dear Van,
I love you. Dearly. It all began when I was a small kid, when you used to take us places, like school or soccer practice, or the park. Thanks for making it to Vermont and back numerous times without a problem. You traveled through snow and through heat-waves. You have been there for my family, creating a place where we could tell stories and laugh endlessly. You drove me and the family to the airport a multitude of times, sitting in the parking lot for weeks just waiting for us to return. Minus the "bee experience" (when I got stung by one bee six times while riding in the van with the windows open), I have never had a bad time while with you. It sounds corny, but you have lead me to realize that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Some people might be mortified to drive a Chevy Astro, but I loved every second while driving you. You gave me time to think, and your volume always went high enough to drown out the times I didn't want to hear my own thoughts. You have been a place of comfort for me, a place where I always knew I could get away in. I have cried a combination of hours and hours while driving you, singing to sad songs while trying to figure myself out. You took me through high school, got me through high school even. Your presence will be missed by all who knew you. You were a crucial part of my childhood and growing up. Eddymobile, Box on Wheels, Green Machine, no matter what you were called, thank you for endless memories. Goodbye!
Love, Sam
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