Great little read here about kids and cars and their imaginations.

When I was a kid in the 1950s, my dad brought home a new car. At least it was new to us. The car made him happy, but for me, the best part was that he drove the old car into the backyard and left it there. People used to do that - they just left the car in the yard, or the driveway or behind the barn. If it sat a long time, the car would sink to its rusty floor boards or become overrun with weeds or brush or both. Dad took the wheels off and put blocks under the axles. My sister and I were thrilled. We had a car! He left the engine in, and at first the car would start when you turned the key. But then the battery ran down and died. That meant we had to make the sounds of the engine and of the gears as they shifted until we found ourselves on our pretend highway....

Full article:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/facts-and…