I was 16 and dreaming of a nice present when I got home. As I walked down the road to my house my ears could just about hear
the sound of tires rubbing on the street or the sound of the engine humming.
The sleek style of the Porsche 911 or the beautiful sound of the gear-shift
going click. My dream seemed so real, it seemed I'm in there, watching the dials 10, 20, 30, 50, 70, 90 and finally 100!
Your greatest fear is the stop sign. Those letters gleaming in the daylight.
You feel like you are king of the world.
Then you see him: the owner of the car coming out of the Café, you think in your mind how lucky he must be. You think just one more
minute of staring at this beautiful machine. Then you hear the worst thing you could
hear: the engine starting. You wish the gas would run out, but in a way you think to yourself there will be other cars.
Maybe not as nice or not as powerful but one day, just one day I might see it again.
That powerful engine and the burning rubber on the pavement.
I sighed as it drove away but then something remarkable happened! It did run out of gas and I had one
more moment of staring. Then I saw the driver, it was my father, he walked over to me and handed me the keys. He said "happy birthday
I burst into tears and I said "thank you". I guess I didn't have to wait until I got home. It was happy beyond my wildest dreams!