Mustangs

I drove a 1966 blue Mustang in high school.

It was one hot car.

I loved the way it rumbled to life 

and I especially loved the looks I got while I was driving it.

We had a friend in high school who owned a newer white Mustang.

She wanted Mr. Nate to model for her,

so she snapped a pic of him and his hotness.

I just love the fact that Nate and I went to the same high school,

mingled with the exact same people,

went to dances in the same dance groups....

but never said more than a dozen words to each other.

In fact, my first time ever meeting Nate was going to a school dance.

We were going to the "Fall Ball" with our dates.

I had asked a kid named Johnny (who was in Nate's ward)

and my friend, Tori, had asked Nate.

I picked them all up in my little blue Mustang,

and I had pulled into Nate's driveway (which gives me nightmares to this day...

I am petrified of backing out of it!),

and I was having a hard time backing out of it because

my Mustang didn't have power steering...

Oh, what sweet memories...