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Wrecking My First Car It happened so fast I can hardly remember what really happened. I was heading home from a party and was going to have my friend and me home before curfew. Out in the middle of no where, on some back roads, we were going home in my first car that my dad had built me, a 1967 Volkswagen Bug. I was faced with a situation that I had never had to face before. I looked up ahead the road and it was covered with about three inches of gravel. Not knowing what to do I try to miss it but it covered the whole road. We went sliding right through the gravel. I had no control over my car. We slid for about fifty to seventy-five feet and went head on into a ditch. The car flipped over on its side and I was hanging from my seatbelt. All I remember happening was asking my friend if he was alright. He was too so we got out, and I just thought to myself “my dad is going to kill me.” I have learned so much