Once upon a time, in a cozy coastal town, there was a very excited family eagerly awaiting the arrival of her first baby and newest grandbaby. That baby was me! My story doesn't begin with a huge event but with an important problem. 

One cloudy evening, my mom and grandma were preparing for my arrival. With all the bags packed, one last thing needed to be done: pack up the car and drive thirty minutes to the hospital. 

That's when my grandpa, cheerful and full of energy, offered to load up the car. While I wasn't his first grandchild, I was his youngest daughter's first daughter. There was excitement in the air. Papa rushed to his car and loaded up for the trip. 

Papa and Nannie walked my mom out to the car. Just as Papa was about to open the car door, he realized something. Oh no! Papa had accidentally locked the car keys in the car, and it was running. He tried to unlock the car as if it would magically open, but the doors wouldn't budge. 

Mom and Nannie looked worried, but Papa smirked with a twinkle in his eye. "Don't worry," he said with a smile. "We'll get those keys out and be on our way to the hospital in no time." 

So, Papa started to think about how to solve this problem. He remembered that one of his neighbors worked with cars, and he may be able to help. Papa quickly ran over to insist on his help.