Playing in the Driveway

One common place I would play was in the driveway.  My parents driveway is very large and right in front of the house.  It is covered with gravel and mostly pebbles.  So I would get my Tonka toys and grate a street or build up a mound of rocks to create a mountain and then drive my matchbox cars around.

This one time my dad came home and pulled his truck in and went in the house.  I continued to play and began to think how neat it would be and quite an accomplishment if I could prevent my dad's truck from moving.  So I started piling these pebbles behind the tires.  After I got the back tires done, I stood back to look at my handiwork.  It was quite pitiful, these piles were no taller than 4" and would no way stop a truck from backing up.  So I started to look for larger rocks, sticks, and the like.

I came back with my bounty but it still was not enough.  but I took what I had and put all the rocks behind the driver's side front tire, which amounted to a 4" tall pile of rocks instead of pebbles.  Then I took my stick to the other front tire.  I noticed it had a nail sticking out of it. Now that would stop a truck, so I put it on the ground nail side up and pointed it right at the tire.  I figured it would be a good idea to camouflage this, so I covered it up with pebbles.

Well after checking things out I realized that the truck was not going to be stopped and I grew tired of all this wasted effort.  I went back to my Tonka trucks and hot wheels.  A few minutes later, I was totally focused on the little world  I created and didn't even noticed my dad coming out of the house.  He got in his truck, started it up and backed up to pull out of the driveway.  I waved to him as he left like I always did, but this time he stopped.  His truck seemed to slightly bounce as if the tire had a large bump in it.

He quickly stopped, got out of the truck and went to the passenger side front tire, reached in the wheelwell, and wiggled out a stick with a nail in it.  That is when I realized that I forgot to clean up after I was done playing.  He looked at me and yelled out some kind of frustrated adult communication that was well over my head, but I knew what he was talking about and drove off.

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