For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a gearhead. To me, that was better than being anything else. To be a gearhead was to explore the world.
When I was in kindergarten or first grade, I snuck out of bed to get a toy after bedtime. As I lay back in bed, holding the little dump truck at arm’s length, I tipped it back and forth, listening to the satisfying clink of its pot metal bed opening and closing. And then I dropped it. On my face.
I don’t know if I split my lip in the process, but I know it hurt pretty bad. Since I was supposed to be sleeping, I couldn’t make a sound. Here I was, kindergarten or first grade, and a car was teaching me an important life lesson about gravity and paying attention.
Why am I telling you this? Because I’ve wanted to write a book for a couple of years, now. This is how it starts. Sort of. With these words, and my first Etsy purchase – a 1975 Lesney Atlas Matchbox dump truck.
I remember it being purple and orange, but I googled “vintage Matchbox dump truck” and this thing turned up on page one. The primitive, tingling excitement at seeing this thing again 30-plus years later told me purple was “close enough.”
I just spent $10 buying this exact Matchbox truck. I can’t wait to play with it.
I wonder if I’ll take it to bed with me.
I wonder if I’ll end up dropping it on my face…