There was this one time, when I was younger, and for some reason, we had this big box in our house. So I took it, and cut some holes and attached a string. And I made a little cardboard seat, and I made a steering wheel. Then I made some liscence plates. And headlights. And I'm pretty sure there were some paper plate wheels.
It was sweet like that.
And I vividly remember, once I was sitting in my little cardboard car, right in the hallway between mine and my parent's rooms. And I was just there.
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