Wednesday June 24, 2009
This I believe
I use to believe that there was a little man in the engine of my grams car. When I was six or seven, my grandma and I were on our way to Ashland. All of a sudden she took her foot off the pedal. When I saw her foot was off, I asked her who was driving. She told me that there was this little man inside the engine that drives for her when her foot gets tired.
At first I didn’t believe her until I saw that the pedal started going down a little. I thought it was really weird, because I thought it was a ghost. She said it was the little guy doing it. She told me that you can’t see him by the pedal; he’s actually inside the engine. It took a little while before I believed her. Every time we were in the car I would ask her to make the little man drive for her.
I even told all of my friends that he was in there. None of them believed me; they called me a big liar. I would get mad of course, because my gram said he was there. I would just keep saying there was and I wasn’t a liar, because I saw the pedal go down. They weren’t buying it thought; they thought I was just making all of it up. I didn’t care though, I thought he was real. That’s all that mattered to me. As long as my gram said he was there, there wasn’t anything in the world that was going to change my mind. For years I was going around thinking there was some little man in my grams engine. Everyone I told would tease me.
Finally when I turned thirteen I saw my gram push a button, then she said he was driving for her. I looked over her lap and saw what button she pushed. Unfortunately, it was just cruise control. I was so embarrassed; I didn’t know what to think. Up until this very day my family still teases me about the little man in the engine. My gram even tells all her friends about it, and then they laugh at me.
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ReplyDeletethis is very funny.
its funny how we all believe in little white lies as children but as we grow up we figure out the reality of things.but thanks for posting this. i was kind of getting bored of reading serious stories. this was was funny and i liked it...keep it up.
You are a writer
Ahh, too bad you had to find out all about reality. Really, this is a funny piece, sweet and innocent, and yet there is a serious idea behind it. Being little is about being able to believe in so much and then as we get older, we begin to believe in fewer things. The Easter Bunny or Santa Clause syndrome. But, there is no one stopping you from still thinking that each time you hit the cruise control buttone, some little man inside that engine is the one making it work. You are a writer.
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