I quickly run downstairs, open the front door and yell "Hunter!!!" Its too late, his car just left my driveway. That dark blue chevrolet truck with those mud stains on the bottom and the top of the tires from when we used to do donuts in my grandpa's backyard. Oh, the way that he used to do those donuts. I loved the way that he put his hands on the wheel when he went to turn it.
