There was a grand opening at a store downtown, and Joe and Tanice decided to see what it was all about. While they were there, they entered a contest to win a pens oil race car built for kids. Luckily enough, they pulled Tanice’s name. Of course, when they brought the car home, all the neighborhood kids that we hung around with since we moved here. We have almost five acres that my grandma gave to us, so we have a field in front of our house. Ronnie had a boy named Russel, he had often come to stay at our house all the time who has been one of our neighbors, offered to drive over his tractor to make a track for all the kids to drive this little race car around in this field.
The next day we all went back out to drive the car again. I once again tried to get my mom and Joe to let me drive this car, they finally broke down and let me drive. I was so excited that I was going to get to drive the car. Once Joe put me in the car, I took hold of the wheel with both hands and put one foot on the gas the other on the break. It was going well. I got out so the others could take their turn. I may have had one or two more chances to drive the little race car before it went out of control. Of course, we knew who was the one out of control, me! The last time I drove the car, I started well but for some reason, my hands let go, and I couldn’t grasp the wheel. Of course, that meant that I lost control of the car because I still had my foot on the gas. There was a bob wire fence that surrounded our property and that’s where I ended up. Well, at least the front of the car. I wasn’t hurt, the car wasn’t hurt, but it broke because of all the weight of us kids. At least that’s what they told me.