When I was around seven years old I was in a cubscout group. One day they decided to hold a derby race. In thos race we each had to make our own car from a block of wood. Whoever won the race got a trophy and whoever had the most creative car also won a trophy. On the last day me and my dad finished the car and went to the race. Unfortunately my car did not win which made me loose hope. Little did I know my car was voted the most creative. That day I went home with a slow car but a smile on my face.
