memoir introduction

It was a gorgeous October day and my father and I were headed to the annual pinewood debry boxcar race for troop 117 of the boyscouts. The race was being held in Jonathan Dickinson stae park at the boyscouts camping ground which was tucked away deep in the woods down a long narrow road. The camp grounds was like a little kids dreamworld, there were ropeswings, obstacle courses, treehouses, nature walks, lakes and tents and other boyscouts 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 their car. You were aloud 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 and had a jagged lightning stripe down both sides and i called it flash. I was so proud of the car that i had made all by myself and was so excited to start racing and see how it would stack up against my other friends and fellow boyscouts.