For my ninth birthday, my father gave me a motorized kid's car. It was bright red with silver trim. My two older brothers were jealous because I was the baby of the family and made out better than they did. My motorized car also made me the envy of the neighborhood kids. Instead of sticking to our driveway, I'd drive it up and down the sidewalk just to rub it in. If a kid treated me right, I'd let him drive it for a while. But if I didn't like the kid, I wouldn't. You should have seen the kids suck up to me.