When I got home I nearly started crying, I was so sad, where did the heroic green racer machine go. What would it do? How would it continue through the deadly sand dunes? Besides it only had 3 wheels. How would it survive? The next week before school started I tried to paint my other cars green and pull a wheel off, I even tried to make it out of Lego, but nothing, and absolutely nothing would ever replace the little green car. I would never forget the green car. When the week was over it was time for me to start school. On my second week of school I already had a couple friends. That ginger kid, his name was Ethan he was among one of the other kids who liked the climbing frame and the sandpit. One day while digging a tunnel for the sand castle I hit something cold and hard with my fingernails, I carefully lowered my head and peered into the dark tunnel, I couldn’t quite figure out what it could be. With curiosity I slowly, carefully uncovered the unknown object. After a whole minute of steady uncovering, my little fingers closed around the small item. As I got it out of the tunnel I got a clear view of what it was, small, green, 3 lumps on the bottom… could it be? A smiled appeared on my face, and I realized it was my lost hero. Although its chassis was deformed and one of the 3 remaining wheels was loose and coming off. But it survived; I kept it forever.

The Little Green Car