When I was 15, I got a job so I could buy a car by the time I was 17. In 2000, I bought a 1990 Tempo. I loved that car for the first few weeks I had it, but after about 2 years, I beat the crap out of that car. It had so many dents in it, by the time I bought a newer one in 2003, the car was in such bad shape that instead of trading it or selling it in the paper, we just sold it for parts and sent it to the junkyard. It had been spraypainted, kicked, jumped on, and all kinds of crazy things. Because the roof was red, people always referred to it as my "Red-headed step child".