When I was growing up as a child I had many toys, but the Hot Wheels cars were a personal favorite of mine. I had an insatiable want for Hot Wheels cars; I thought it was so cool how they could make such an awesome toy. So whenever I would accompany my mom on a trip to get groceries I would always try to convince her to get me at least one car. As I got older I had collected quite the collection of cars.
But as time went on I got older, I became less attached to every car in my collection, the paint was chipping on a lot of my cars because of all the times my brother and I had slammed them together, simulating car crashes. The thin metal axles supporting the small black wheels began to bend on a countless number of cars. But despite all this abuse, I still had all my cars that I had collected over the years.
Then came the day that my older and wiser brother came up with the magnificent idea of having some fun with the cars that no longer worked like they had when they were brand new. We both grabbed a large handful of the battered cars and headed out on the adventure that my brother had planned. Once we reached the garage my brother’s plans were made clear, no sooner then when we were through the door my brother had a can of WD-40 in one hand and a lighter in the other. Now that he had set us up with fiery combination the real fun began, it started with simply spraying the cars with a small amount of WD-40 but the flames wouldn’t last long enough to satisfy our new found pyromaniac self, so with the flames still burning on the car we decide to reapply more WD-40, at that moment our mom walks in the door just in time to see the flames to shoot up and singe my eyebrow off.
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