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What is my fondest memory? Well I'll have to take you back almost ten years to answer that.

When I was about seven or eight years old my dad was a trucker, and sometimes when I didn't have school and it was only a trip across the state I would go with him. One day the conditions were perfect for me to go with my dad.

So I got up at five that morning along side my dad, got dressed for the day in a pair of jeans, a what I remember to have been a butterfly t-shirt, and grabbed my pink hoodie because it was supposed to rain off and on all day that day. While I was getting dressed my mom was packing me and my dad lunch, that was two sandwiches, a couple of bags of chips, and juice for me. I also got some chocolate milk for in the morning.

When we were ready for the day, we said bye to my mom and walked out the door to the truck that my dad brought back from work the night before. We had a really good day, but in the afternoon we stopped at a gas station for some drinks and some gas for the truck.

We went in got our drinks and we were waiting in line to check out and pay for the gas when another trucker came in and walked past us. Him and dad exchanged hellos and the other man commented something along the lines of "Well that's a good mannered young man you've got there." I didn't really understand why he called me a boy, but it felt different than being called a girl, it felt nice.

So that night I went home and told mom what happened, but I don't remember much about what she said.

Years later when I was twelve I was talking to my girlfriend at the time about it, and she was trying to help me figure out why that is my favorite memory is where our story will start.