I remember when I was young; I used to help my father wash his car. I recall those bright, clear mornings where both of us got wet because of running around with the garden hose while talking, and laughing as we cleaned the car. Back then, we didn’t have any of those fancy car wash tools; all we had was just some water and some good old-fashioned sponge that is big and irregularly shaped. My dad also had a precious suede cloth that he uses to wipe the car, especially, the windshields dry.
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