By seventh grade, we had moved yet again only this time to a nice, comfortable house in a nice neighborhood. Our backyard backed up to a big park, and I would take Anka on long walks when I could. Every year in August, the amount of people in my area would triple as they traveled from all over the world to be a part of the Woodward Dream Cruise. From my house, we could see Woodward across the park and my sister and I loved to go walk around downtown to see all the old Ferrari and Bentley cars. Anka liked to go too, there were so many people to see and things to sniff. I remember how nighttime was the most fun, as the city was lit up with different hanging lights and all you could hear was loud music, people revving their engines and cheering. The smell of exhaust burning rubber filled the air again, although this time I didn't mind it. As my sister, Anka and I walked along the streets, people jumped were so intimidated by Anka and would actually cross the street rather than walk by her. My sister and I didn't understand because she was just walking along as happy as a clam, she wasn't acting threatening at all. I laughed to myself, if only they knew that she was terrified of the vacuum cleaner and feather dusters.
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