My family is a creative bunch. Seriously. When I sat down to write this post, I was struck with how creative they are. One grandma sewed quilts, the other did some woodworking. My relatives paint and create stuff. My parents the same way. Painting, building, creating. You name it, they could do it.
Well. One of my uncles built a go-kart out of items he found in a junk yard. Yeah, my family would visit landfills on occasion That’s how we came by our lawnmowers and parts to a snowmobile that I crashed as a kid, but that’s a different story for a different day. 🙂
So, my uncle’s go-kart. All I remember was the steering wheel was an actual tricycle wheel. And he liked taking the wrench, touching it to the engine, gas tank thingy. I don’t remember what it was exactly, except that when you touched it: Ouch! I think that’s why I don’t like to just push random buttons without first knowing what they are supposed to do. You never know, it could zap you or be an ejector seat or a secret passageway. Can you tell I have an active imagination?
But one day I got to drive it. I was all over their place, up and down hills. Okay, it was their yard, but as little as I was, their lawn looked like hills. It was a blast.
So, there I was zooming circles around the house, and all of sudden every one is charging out of the house after me. My uncle had the fire extinguisher. I was like, oh, what’s going on? Then behind me I see flames shooting out of the back of the go-kart. Needless to say, I stopped and got out quickly.
Yeah, that was the last time I remember driving the go-kart.
What crazy adventure did you have as a kid? Please share!
The weekend is almost upon us. Have a good one!