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A childhood belief about cars

Whenever we were in the car, I used to believe that it was the scenery that moved, not the car. By turning the steering wheel, my mom was adjusting the street and the brakes were a way to make everything stop. Also, if it was night and the moon was out, I believed we were racing it.
Sometimes (by changing the road) my mom won, but mostly she lost.

— Julia

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