We sat on the swings at the park for about 20 minutes before we saw this guy riding towards us on the grass on a red scooter. Monica made a hissing sound, nudged me, and giggled nervously about the boy. I swooned and went a little dizzy about the scooter. I think Monica introduced me to what's-his-face as I tried to maintain my cool and not pet his scooter.
From that day on I wanted a scooter. I remember asking my mom to seriously consider buying me a scooter. I mentioned that I would be 13 soon and would be able to legally drive it around and I of course would only drive it back and forth to school and like in the neighborhood possibly.
My mom actually said she would think about it. SCORE!
The closer I got to 13 we found out we would be stationed in Germany. I turned 13 in Germany. By then my mom told me there was no way that I would be driving around on a scooter in a foreign country. Aaaargh!
I am now in my 30s and I still want a scooter. I told my mom that I'm considering getting a scooter and she said, "Isn't that going to be dangerous?" I said, "What isn't dangerous?" Mom agreed and said in mom speak, "True dat." And then she said, "Oh, you are going to look so cute!" Haha. Damn, skippy.
Just like when I was 12 I told her that I would basically be driving it back and forth to school and possibly in my neighborhood. Funny how some things just don't change. :)
See my new ride? It gets delivered on Monday.