Oral History

My family owns a lake house in Northern Indiana. We got there almost every summer. One summer when I was nine or ten I went and my cousin who was also my age was there. One of our neighbors owned a golf-cart and their grandchildren were visiting them. They were about four or five years older than us. They were driving us around on the golf cart when I asked If I could drive. Of course they said sure. I figured that it would be like driving one of those purple and pink Barbie jeeps, but that was not the case. I got in the drivers seat and pushed the pedal all the way to the floor, to make matters worse, I slammed into a parked car that someone owned down the street. I got off the golf-cart and my cousin and I ran all the way home. It was so embarrassing. I picked this story because it symbolizes my constant need of feeling grown up. I have always wanted to do what the older kids are doing. I always thought I was invincible. Luckily I got a nice little reality check and have realized that I shouldn't try and grow up too fast! This story still gets told at my lake house when we go in the summers. I'm sure my parents have a better, more funny version.