My Beloved Red Car

by Rocio Aguilar-Najera

There was one important thing in my life that I treasured in my heart with much love and nostalgia. It was my red car! My dad bought this beautiful red 1968 Volkswagen Beetle. My earliest memories are filled with the sight and sound of “mi bochito rojo.” Every family trip was an adventure, an opportunity to explore the unknown; we travelled miles and miles in that car. Each journey was a story itself, filled with laughter, challenges, and discoveries.

“Mi bochito rojo” never failed us; it felt as if the car shared our spirit of adventure, embracing each challenge with solid strength. One of the most thrilling experiences was crossing a flooded river. The rush of water, the uncertainty of distances, and the determination to make it across safely were moments that tested its courage and revealed its resilience.

Learning to drive marked me forever. It was a wonderful experience, regardless of the screams, scares, and pinches my dad gave me to ensure I learned how to drive properly. The process was not without two accidents, and each time it hurt me deeply. But with every mistake, I learned how to take care of the car. My dad taught me how to clean the carburetor, change the oil, and replace the tires. Taking care of “mi bochito rojo” was a bonding experience that deepened my connection.

About ten years ago, my parents told me that they had to sell it, because the sheet metal on the bottom wall was completely rusty and beyond repair. With all the pain in my heart, I had to say goodbye to “mi bochito rojo,” but not without first saying thank you for all the adventures we had together.

My car may not be with me any longer, but its spirit continues to inspire me, reminding me of the adventures we had and the lessons we learned. In the end, “mi bochito rojo” taught me that even though things may not last forever, the memories and lessons they teach are eternal.