As I was driving home along the twisty mountain road, I had a flashback of a toy I used to have as a small child. And I mean small. Like still in the carseat small.

I remembered this blue plastic steering wheel with a white button in the middle that beeped like a child's imitation of a horn. It had a plastic strap that attached it to the car seat.

I was sitting in the back seat of my mother's blue oldsmobile--the same one in which i would later learn to do cartwheels. It was a warm--but not too warm--sunny day. My mom was in good spirits. I don't remember where we were going. I looked at the clock. It read 1011. It always read 1011. I thought it was broke. My age was in double digits before I realized that it really read 101.1 which was my mom's favorite radio station: K-Earth. They play oldies. On that day a Beatles song was playing. And though my mom never sang, she mouthed the words along with John Lennon as we drove under the ever shifting light filtering through the magnolia trees that grew from each side of the pavement to meet each other in an arch over the road.

I beeped my toy horn and she laughed at me. "Do your favorite thing!" I called. She smiled and tilted the wheel to the left until the oldsmobile was gliding down the center of the road.

"I like to drive in the middle." She said it because she knew I wanted to hear her narrate.

"Do you have to hold the steering wheel super straight?" I asked.

"No, you actually have to move it from side to side a little to keep the car going in a straight line."

I did not understand, but I turned my blue plastic wheel violently from side to side. "Like this?"

"Not so much."

"Oh, like this? Am I doing it right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, just like that."

...please please me like i please you...