When we were in 9th grade Leeann and I wanted to run away from home, so we bought a car for $10. It didn’t have any tires and it was up on blocks in someone’s yard, out on the highway. Share this:TweetEmailMorePrint Related my Afro-American club membership why aren’t you someone else? Categories: memoirTags: Alison Clement, Leeann Atherton Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.