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"Crusin down the street in my 6 4..." Easy E once said it right. I believe that Easy E made a hit off of me, or at least I want to think that. Was it the blond mullet, the long, red-striped tube socks, or my favorite, the eagle's throwback jersey?

I don't know what it was that made me such a bad ass, but I pretty much was. You think I'm joking? What were you doing at the splendid age of six?

Probably not driving. What else would a six year old want to do? While most kids were riding their tricycles with training wheels down to the park, I was rockin' the '88 Celebrity.

On my farm, in the boonies, far from pedestrians, traffic, and all other obstacles, was a narrow dirt road that lead to, well, somewhere. Surrounded by big green wheat fields, and some telephone poles on both sides was just this dirt road. If you went north you wound up in the small town of Brady. If you journeyed south about a mile, you would find our mailbox, hidden by the rolling hills.

Every now and then my Mom would let me drive on her lap when we were on our way home. Never going over some extremely slow speed. But, there was this one day I got this crazy idea, "Mom, just let me drive by myself." After that trip down to the mailbox and back I was never the same. Ever since that day, I've been in the drivers seat. Always pushing the limit of my expectations for myself, and others.