I know exactly when I got hooked on cars. I was two years old and it was at a post natal or toddler daycare thing.
I remember the place but not the reason why I went there. I just remember my mum would take me to this clinic where there were a bunch of other kids with their mums. There’d be play area and a nurse that would check the kids out from time to time. Not sure of the point of this place but I didn’t mind going for one reason and one reason only—a toy ride-on red double-decker bus. It was one of those plastic buses you sat on a pushed along with your feet. As soon as I saw that thing, I had to ride on it—and I did—and it was awesome! The wind was in my hair as I scooted along at what had to be 2mph. Heady stuff, I can tell you. Naturally, every time we came back to the clinic, I zeroed in on the red bus, even if I had to kick kids off. That bus belonged to me and no one was taking it from me. There’d be calls for me to share and to give the bus back but I would ignore everyone and continue to scoot along until forcibility taken down by my embarrassed mother.
At some point, we stopped going to this clinic place and I had to say goodbye to my double-decker but I got to say hello to my very first car—an orange beach buggy pedal car—which had one seat for me although I could squeeze in my teddy bear next to me. I pedaled that thing all over until a sunlight/UV made it brittle and an impact with a brick wall ended our relationship. Teddy and I were uninjured in case you were wondering.
A toy double-decker bus got me hooked on cars and speed—but what about you?
