My First Time at the Drag Strip
            
            
             I was eight years old; on my way to a place my father said I would enjoy. I had no idea where we were going to end up, although I was still excited. I was so excited that the hair in the back of my neck was standing up and I was speechless. To make the time go by quicker I played a game with my self on the way there counting bed trucks that had passed by. We never went out as a family much, so when we did it would always be exciting for me. The car ride there seemed to take a lifetime, however it only took us thirty minutes.
             When we finally got there my father looked at me and said, "we are here" in a quiet and sneaky voice. I jumped up quickly and took a quick look around; and I saw trees. "Trees?" I whispered to myself, and then a loud, deep rumble shook the inside of my body. It felt like there was a earthquake going on in my body. That is when I looked to my right and saw a car; a beautiful, sparkling blue GTO with a large blower resting above the chrome and highly detailed engine. I had never seen such a beauty in my life. The sun shining on it made it sparkle like a diamond. Just beyond the car were some off-white old wooden bleachers, and beyond them was a beautiful sight. It was a long black road with two lanes. At the begging of the lanes were lights and the two lanes faced the same way. "It's a drag strip", I shouted. I had seen them on TV before but I couldn't believe we were actually at a drag strip, nor did I even know we had one in Washington State.
             It was a beautiful blue sky and there was not a cloud in the sky, but then I saw one rising from the beginning of the track. I followed the cloud down to the start of it and saw that the white cloud of puffy smoke was coming from the tires of an old purple Camaro. I could not believe what I was seeing, then I smelled a beautiful smell in the air, it was neither the pizza being baked nor the hot dogs...