When my oldest son was born, one of the first things he learned to do as he grew from an infant to a toddler was make the “vroom” noise of a car. At ten months old, Zackary couldn’t say “Momma,” but he could push around the Hot Wheels Twin Mill car that Santa had put in his stocking that year yelling “VROOOM! VROOM!” as he did. And so began my son’s love of cars, a love that he still has six years later.
At two years old, Zackary’s collection of Hot Wheels had grown to over 100 cars and not only could he tell interested parties the name of every single one, he could also tell people how the car had joined his collection. I have to admit, I didn’t even really know Hot Wheels cars had names until my son first asked me “What’s this one called?” and I turned it over to discover the tiny writing on the bottom.