Straddling the ridged-framed blue go-cart, my 18-year-old son, Brett tried to find a comfortable spot on the seat. Having driven the cart since he was six, the final voyage before we put it up for sale was a profound moment—one that provided me a plethora of memories as I watched him ride away with his legs oddly skewed in what I could only describe as
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