Writing Prompt: First Mode of Transportation

Her plastic car was scraped and scuffed along every side and every corner. The sun had faded the top of its yellow roof and scorched the red door handles. This was the plastic car who could. It was scrappy. It had survived the great traffic incident of 1992, when her cousin collided head-on with his sister's bicycle and bounced into their mother's car. This collision left the driver's side door streaked with white paint and the front bumper forever dented above the painted-on headlights. This guy had survived years with her cousins and was now finally hers! She couldn't believe her good luck. She raced around the driveway, scooting along, Fred Flintstone-style, feeling the breeze in her hair and the sun on her arms. Suddenly the car lurched to a stop. She exclaimed in confusion and discomfort--her right foot had pushed off with more force than her left foot was prepared for--and now it was caught under her plastic car seat. She wiggled this way and that, but she was stuck. No mistaking it. She pouted as she realized how long she'd have to wait for assistance. Her mom was all the way at the bottom of the drive! She was running up, but by the time she got to little miss, she could have circled the playhouse three times! She may have to let the bad guys escape this time, but next time, she'll be on to them...