My first word, as captured on videotape, was “car”. When I was four, I remember sitting on the floor for hours cleaning hundreds of Matchbox cars with Q-Tips. I was set on the idea that if my friends came over and wanted to play with my Matchbox cars, they would surely be the cleanest. When I got be ten years old, I realized that what I had might be classified as an obsession. For years, I couldn’t stop running around school making engine noises with my mouth. Let me tell you, an open exhaust makes quite the ruckus in the confines of a middle school hallway. Now, at age 21, I’m just as in love with cars as ever, although these days I only make engine sounds upon request.
At what age did you realize you loved cars?
