Sixty-five years ago when I was three years old I received an amazing little car for Christmas. When I would pull it backwards the rear wheels would wind an internal spring that would propel the car forward. I'm pretty sure it was red and no larger than an adult's hand. I had gotten up early and ran downstairs to see what Santa had brought. I played with the little car and then while playing in the kitchen the car ran into the leg of the kitchen table and the car just sat there while the rear wheels kept spinning. I thought that was amazing and ran upstairs to my parent's bedroom and asked if they could hear the wheels spinning on the little car in the kitchen. I'm always amazed that I have remembered a Christmas from sixty-five years past and that little car.
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