When I was in the fifth grade, I went to my first birthday slumber party. I was so excited to be invited, because that meant I was part of the “cool” group of kids in my class. Although my parents did not know the birthday girl’s family very well, they still allowed me to go.
In one of the malls near our house, there used to be a set of play cars and trucks that children could sit on and “ride”. If you put a few coins in each machine, the cars would slowly move back and forth, complete with the sounds of honking horns and engines revving. My kids used to love riding these cars. It was always humorous for me to watch my son turn the steering wheel with such delight.