A lot of people around J-land lately are posting baby pictures of themselves. Since I was the only baby my mother raised, there are plenty of pictures of me around at various ages. Two I recently found, though, are interesting: I don't drive. I've never had a driver's license. (Spare me the sermons please, I've made it sixty years without driving). But I must have had an interest in driving at some point in my life. Case in point:
I look pretty darned young there, don't I? That's my dad's bare feet you see. Look at me go!
My driving didn't stop there. Here I am, around age two, I imagine:
Maybe I just burned out on driving, from starting so young. By the way, I remember that pedal car, although for some reason I'd remembered it as a fire engine, and I see it's a station wagon. It really didn't get much use because we had only grass or gravel for me to drive it on, and it was very difficult to pedal the thing on such surfaces. I recall my parents finally selling it to a traveling carnival, to use on one of those kiddie rides where the cars go around in a circle. I was thrilled at the idea of my car joining the carnival.