It was a gorgeous October day and my father and I were headed to the annual pinewood derby boxcar race for troop 117 of the boy scouts. The race was being held in Jonathan Dickinson state park at the boy scouts camping ground which was tucked away deep in the woods and absolutely embedded with wildlife. The camp grounds were like a little kid’s dream world, there were rope swings, obstacle courses, tree houses, nature walks, lakes and tents set up everywhere. All the other kids as well as me had been preparing for this race for a whole month. Everyone was giving the same exact materials in order to be fair. You were given a block of wood, two nails, four wheels, and a specific number for the car. You were allowed to cut the block of wood in any shape or form as long as it didn't exceed a specific weight limit. I remember how I had cut my block of wood down so that it was shaped like two waves leading to a tail at the back and a rounded point at the front. It was blue with a jagged lightning strike down both sides and weighed exactly 9 ounces. My dad was so proud of me, I remember him saying “Mike it doesn’t matter if we win or lose, I’m still so proud of you for all your hard work and time you put into this car”. When I heard him say that to me it felt like the whole world was lifted off my shoulders and now I could just go out and have fun and see how my car would stack up against my other friends and fellow boy scouts.
It was finally time for my first race, and I was racing against three other boys down a 10 foot track and the first one down to the bottom of the track was the winner and would move on. My dad and I were so nervous for the first race and we were very anxious to see how fast our car would go. We waited anxiously as the announcer counted down to the start of the race, 5…4…3….2…….1 and he removed the block holding the cars in place and off they went. All four cars immediately speed up and headed down the track at what seemed like blistering speeds, my car was in first followed very closely by the red demon. We were jockeying for first place, pacing each other back and forth wondering who would emerge victorious. The crowds of bystanders were all yelling in pure excitement and anticipation wondering just as much as we were who was going to win. Finally, it came down to the home stretch with my car barely in the lead and then it was over and I had won! My dad and I jumped up in joy, so ecstatic that we had just won the race not knowing that our journey to the championship was far from over.
A little while later it was time for the second race, and since only the winners moved on we knew that our opponents would be tougher and faster than the ones before. Once again we waited anxiously for the announcer to drop the gate and let the cars go. 5…4…3...2...1 and there off, this time my car was trailing the other three cars by a whole car length. I thought I was done for sure but then out of nowhere my car zooms down the track leaving the competitors in the dust. Still surprised by the come from behind victory, my dad and I didn’t know what to do with ourselves since we thought we were going to lose for sure. The crowd was going crazy, yelling at the unbelievable comeback saying “Go Mike”, and “Go Blue Lightning” which is what my car came to be known as. I was so happy hearing everyone yelling my name and cheering me and my car on that my dad and I had worked so hard on. Now it was finally time for the championship race and this time I was only racing one competitor, my best friend Caleb who I have known my whole live. Caleb had a neon green car with a spoiler that looked kind of like a mustang. It had yellow lightning bolts on the hood of the car and on the sides it said “Flash”. Caleb always had a fast car every year so I was very scared. It was finally race time and now there were more people surrounding the track than ever before! Everything was on the line and either we win and go home a champion or lose and go home unsatisfied. We all waited patiently as both cars were lined up on the starting line of the track. All eyes were fixated on the track starring just wondering who would win. For the last time the announcer says 3….2…1 go! Down go both cars swiftly down the track, both Caleb and I watch hoping that we would win. My dad and I watch biting our nails knowing that there is nothing we can do now to help achieve victory as the cars barrel down toward the finish line. We were neck and neck heading into the home stretch, and you could sense the excitement building throughout the room. The announcer was saying “And here they come, Flash and Blue Lightning neck and neck with only 5 feet left to go. Blue lightning takes the lead by a few centimeters leading into the last leg of the race, and he holds on for the victory! Blue Lightning wins, Blue Lightning wins!” My dad and I both burst out screaming in joy knowing that it was all over and that we had finally won. All the hard work that I had put into building and preparing my little pinewood derby boxcar had paid off and I was so enthused and happy with myself.
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