Ever since I was a child, I was crazy about cars, dreaming of modifying my father’s car someday. Now, having grown up and finally getting the opportunity to do so, it all feels so unreal — but it sure does make my inner child happy just thinking about it.

It was a bright, sunny day when my older brother and I went out to get our father’s car washed. While watching it being cleaned, a memory from my childhood flashed through my mind. It was of me, my father and my siblings washing his car in our garage on the weekends — just like today. It used to be so much fun, something we all did together, our little adventure in the garage. Our father would assign each of us a task: one of us had control over the water hose,........

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