"Hey! move out of the way." i said to my sister.
"Why?" she asked.
"I'm going to drive the van."
"Fine."
Those were the only word i remember before it happened. It was a beautiful day outside. In my two year old mind I was thirty. So i decided to drive my mom and dad's van.
Feeling very proud of myself i got into the front seat on the drivers side and started turning the wheel. then i pulled the lever to put it in nutral, i started rolling backwand still playing with the wheel. Thats all i remember but my mom tells me that i crashed into our white car and totaled it.
One thing i didnt tell my parents was that the next thing i remember is thinking about doing it again, but i didn't. When i think about it right now if i had the choice again it might be different.