One week ago Mum, Nanna, Poppa and me went to Hamilton for four days. On the second to last day I went go-carting at a place called Blast-cars.
The go-carts are the fastest karts and they have the longest track. I was nervous, the most nervous out of Mum and Poppa.
I went first to get the hang of it, then suddenly Mum and Poppa saw the green light. I said to myself "I need to speed up." Then I saw them race off, getting closer and closer. Theeennn...I set my kart racing off faster than them.
When I got to the 2nd corner I was going slowly around saying "Don't lose 1st place," panicking. There were three tyres in the middle of the track. I went around it so Poppa couldn't pass me. I was going as fast as a roller-coaster. I felt like a dare devil.
I was very surprised the whole time. I felt like I was in first and felt awesome!!!
Oh, I forgot. I hit Poppa's side bumper and made Poppa hit one of the tyres and spin out. I was laughing. Then at the end I was saying, "Yes!"
I came 2nd.