When I was 10 a car hit me and I stayed nearly 5 months in the hospital, my father and mother died when I was 12 in a car accident and by the age of 15 my dog luco was ran over by a car in front of my eyes. Since then cars for me are my worst nightmare. I have a Carophobia if there will ever be something called that, for people it’s an unexplained fear of cars but for me, well I’ve told u my reasons, when I see a car or one just passes by me I can’t take my breath and I literally feel I am dying.
I planned my whole life accordingly, bought myself a farm in the middle of nowhere, my whole territory was a no cars land, my horse and my carriage were my companions in my journey, my wife had to park her own car about a mile far from our house and I used to drop her there every morning. She tried with me several times but it really is out of my hands.
Living this way made me wonder why would people try to raise the pace of their lives tremendously using machinery beasts, leaving behind all the spontaneous harmony I found when living what many might call a basic primitive life, they simply stop enjoying the simplest things that surrounds us and never stop amusing me every day. Moving with my carriage through the fields during sunrise, feeling every dew drop hugging the blossoming flowers giving them a warm good morning, why would anyone on earth want to miss that. Birds flying over the fields singing there wake up song while rabbits and squirrels jump everywhere trying to catch the morning butterflies. The whole scene is just breath taking. Sorry for my long speech but I have a lot to share with you people.
Hi my name is Allen; I am number 1000, the last of the machinery war against man survivors.
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