I remember vividly when I was 3 year old, the day I first laid eyes on my first toy.
A red metal toy car, it was love at first sight.
I would roll it across the floor, push it along imaginary roads, and even pretend to drive it.
This toy car deeply culminated my lifelong liking for red cars then. The vibrant red hue, the sleek design—it all captivated my young heart. It was more than just a toy; it was the spark that ignited my love for cars.
Unfortunately this toy car was the only car my family could afford. During family gatherings, I would feel a pang of embarrassment as relatives boasted about their new cars while mocking my dad for not owning one. The subtle jabs about not knowing how to open a car door stung, but they fueled my determination to one day
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