Today my brother James had his tenth birthday party. Our family went up to a guy’s paddock and turned it into a track. James had his friend Todd and some of Todd’s family as well as us at the track. Todd and James both have a pee wee (mini stock car) each. James had a hard time getting his Pee Wee started but dad got it going in the end (few!).

  James and Todd had an awesome time racing each other! Then we had a picnic lunch that mum had made (it was tasty). After that the boys kept on racing and all of a sudden, out of the blue, one of Todd’s front wheel fell off. So Todd’s dad started fixing it up.

 I asked dad if I could have a go in James’s pee wee so I had a blast around. Brent (Todd’s dad) got Todd’s car fixed so I had to hop out so the boys could race again. After that I raced Todd and in James’s pee wee. Suddenly it ran out of gas. I got back on the track and kept on having a ball.

  For some reason (can’t remember) Todd drove over to Brent and stopped. I was heading strait for them! All I could think was “don’t hit them”, “don’t hit them”! I just missed by about fifteen centimetres, BOOM! I whacked into the fence!

  Dad came running over and checked out the pee wee and me. He told me that bolt for the steering had fallen out so it wasn’t my entire fault that I had lost control (but I was also going full speed). Since dad didn’t have a spare bolt on him we all packed up and journeyed off home (it was around 3:00 p.m. any way). When I had got out of the pee wee I had had mud on my nose, around my eyes, on my jeans, on my jumper and in my hair but I didn’t care a bit.

  I got home did my chores, had a tea and have just sat down to do this. I’m going to go to bed now because I’m tired and school is tomorrow. Night.

Abs.

P.S. We also found out that we had a lamb when we had got home. I’ll put some photos on tomorrow.