I was never the kid who liked to go fast. I preferred to pedal my big wheel down the driveway at my own pace, thank you very much. I also disliked pushing on the swings. It was just too scary to imagine going “too high.”
I think that’s why my dad loves taking me for rides on the four-wheeler. He’s not afraid of sound and smell of a growling engine. He smiles from ear to ear as he rounds my grandma’s dirt drive and I. am. screeeeaming. I wouldn’t mind slowing down, if it meant I could stay there forever.
Happy birthday, dad.