I’m 12 years old so I can’t drive. The only motorized vehicles I can drive are a four-wheeler and a go-cart. But I still love driving it feels like I can fly on the ground if that makes any sense. Ever since I was little I’ve wanted to fly, that’s one reason I love traveling because I get to fly in a plane most likely.
Sometimes my dad lets me start the car in the morning before I go to school. I love starting the car because it feels as if I’m the one about to drive it. I grab the keys off the hook, walk down the hallway, slip my shoes on and open the door to the frigid morning air. I hear the sound of the gravel under my feet and the click of the car door unlocking. I slide into the seat and put the key in the ignition and in one flowing movement I turn the key and I hear a muffled roar. I crank the heat up to high and turn the radio to my favorite station. Then I have to go back in the house and the fun is over. But in 3 and 1/2 years time I’ll be able to put my foot to the pedal and drive free as a bird. I love starting the car because it gets my imagination running.