From childhood memories to today. The truck first belonged to my uncle, it went from jacked up to a pulling truck to any everyday driver. Then, my grandpa bought it, I was invoke of helping restoring it back to its original personality when I was 10, in the early 90’s. It became his everyday truck. When he retired, he brought it back to this yellow and white. He eventually sold it to my cousin, who went through a phase and let the truck go to hell. The truck found itself setting under a tree for 15 years. Times got tough and I was able to bring it home. 3 goals to reach. First is to work with my son as my grandpa did with me to bring this girl back to what grandpa had. Second is to give grandparents one last ride before they pass. Third is to hand the keys to my son so he can carry on the memories I once had.